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Date Posted: 20:49:59 09/03/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 15


The Walkover Page 1 of 15
Chapter 15 Words: 3000
June 11, 1996
Fox Psychiatric Clinic






Needless to say, I began having needle-like pains shooting through my chest-heart-area muscles, when my twenty-two-year-old daughter Stacy gave comforting words as she nervously fluffed her long blonde hair and asked, "Mother, I'm stressed over Dad's sickness and I need to talk with someone; will you go with me to the Fox Clinic?"

"Yes," I replied. I remembered that in 1983, it was suggested that cancer patients and their family members should receive consulting. Cancers would affect children. There was never a doubt that it had an affect on mine. Stacy was young in 1983; she was only age 9. I was under the impression that cancer questions improperly answered could tear families apart. I was under the impression that unanswered questions created many additional family problems. In Hubby’s 1983 fourth-stage Hodgkin’s disease case, our questions were never properly answered. I felt that the hematologist and pathologist had
lied about the Blood Type Identification Card that was used to identify antibodies prior to Hubby’s blood transfusions. Both the hematologist and pathologist knew that antitumor antibiotics were available when the blood transfusions with special antibodies were used as a treatment mode.


"You will! I've made an appointment for both of us. Mother, I can't believe that you're willing to go with me this easily."


Stacy's remark surprised me. Her dad's two previous cancers had a big affect on the complete family. Now Hubby was sick with a common-bacterial-produced heart disease called Endocarditis. The untreated bacteria had attacked Bill’s heart. So, I looked up the Fox Clinic in the telephone book, which listed the business' complete name as the Fox Psychiatric Clinic. Since meeting with the hematologist Doctor McCutcheon, I believed that some very reputable medical healthcare specialists were lying.

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I believed that a medical evil group had existed in Michigan for at least 90 years. They dated back to 1908 when the medical search was for a tuberculosis vaccine. To me, this evil medical group was performing what I considered could now be a 90-year-old Medicine-For-Profit tradition. The medical evildoers also deprived me my right to my most effective medicines.


In 1908 the Michigan doctors never wished for a tuberculosis vaccine when tuberculosis was the #1 disease killer. The Bible gave several references to God, Blood and Lies. I would call the Michigan bloody liars that date back to 1900, "Health Saboteurs", but it would make more sense to call the Health Saboteurs “medical terrorists”. The medical evildoers needed a United States president and his congress to pass the prescription drug law to legalize medical lies in the other 49 states. An example of legal drug over-dosing would be the Gentamicin Sulfate USP short-term (2-3-week) antibiotic that was placed on a 6-week protocol to treat a bacterial-produced disease. At this point of time Bill was in the process of being Gentamicin drug over-dosed.

Therefore, I gathered the medical information on Stacy's dad, which was his Blood Type Identification, his last three blood tests, and a Haitian voodoo doll with four voodoo pins.

Stacy and I drove in separate vehicles to the Fox Psychiatric Clinic, a fairly new looking red brick building next to St. Joseph Mercy Hospital in Pontiac, Michigan.



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When we entered, Stacy spoke with the receptionist about our appointment. The receptionist checked her appointment list and gave Stacy a lengthy form. Stacy and I walked to two empty chairs in the waiting room. We sat down and began looking over the lengthy form. First I asked, "Why only one name and one form?"

"Duh-h-h, your insurance company is paying for the visit, and they told me
that both personal visits would be combined under one name."

"That's a very good point," I said, as I stood up and walked to the receptionist.

The receptionist checked my Blue Cross card and said, "Yes. The $126-per-hour service charge was covered."

I returned to the chair next to Stacy, asking about the form's first question: Why am I here? "Did you want to fill this out, or shall we as mother and daughter do it together?"

Stacy answered by asking; "Don't you think we need some professional help? This constant sickness is stressful."

I nodded, saying, "I have needle-like pains shooting through my chest. Yes, there is
obviously a problem."

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I concluded that my problem was either bacteria or stress, and probably a combination of both. "I live in a place where I have no rights to effective antibiotics. I call a Medical Liar, a Medical Liar, and I'm told that I shouldn't do that! I don't go to a doctor to be lied
to, which is one of my stress problems!"

An older, slender woman appeared. She wore her dark hair short, and a loose fitting dark dress. Judging by her facial wrinkles, she was in her sixties. The dark-haired woman called my name. She introduced herself as the interviewing therapist. She and I walked into her office.

The first question that was on the form-Why am I here-was now at the tips of the therapist's lips.

Immediately I referred to the "God Visits" dream, of which I had written down and held a copy. "I'm in the process of interpreting this dream. I have searched for assistance, but the interpretation isn't yet completed. Only the dreamer can truly interpret their dream. The dream's accuracy devastates me," I said, while pulling out three of my husbands blood test papers, and one paper locating an antibiotic example that was a good
anti-tumor and anti-virus medicine that was housed in a medical chemotherapy
cupboard to be used only after the human tissue turned malignant.



June 11, 1996 Page 5




I assumed that the therapist knew that the blood was like a road map as it flowed to the tissue. A normal white blood cell figure for my husband and I was about a six figure. I spread Bill's 1994, 1995, and 1996 blood test result copies on the therapist desk so that she could clearly see the White Blood Cell Differential figures. The Basophil figure was raised 10 times higher than the normal-high-tolerance-level range. Although the blood tests did not include the word Myelocytes, they normally were stained with the Basophils. Therefore the basophil figure would include a disease marker.

First, I pointed to my husband's October 1994 blood test, saying, "Notice the Basophils range figure." I had written what the tolerance range should be right next to the range that was used. "The range that was used, it has been raised 10 times higher than a normal high range should be. This 1994 blood test was taken when my husband Bill had a colon cancer surgery. At that time, the removed tumor was diagnosed as malignant, and no follow-up treatment was recommended. Bill left Crittenton Hospital in 1994 without an
antibiotic despite his blood test showing unusual cell activity."



Bill’s 1994 blood test was the following:







June 11, 1996 Page 6




TEST RESULT LOW-HIGH (SHOULD BE) PERSONALIZED
White Blood Cells 8.4 4.5-11.0 (4.5-10.0) 6
Platelet Count 285 140-400 (150-350) 225
Differential (Totals 100% of the white blood cell variations)
Myelocytes 0 (a blood-disease indicator)
Neutrophils 68.7 30-80 (54-62) 59
Lymphocytes 16.3 20-60 (25-33) 30
Monocytes 12.9 2-20 (3-7) 5
Eosinophils 1.1 .01-5.00 (.01-3) 1
Basophils .9 .01-5.00 (0-0.5)* 0.2
*Basophils high tolerance level. A 5% was used on the blood test instead of the suggested normal high of 0.5%.

Next, I showed the therapist Bill's 1995 blood tests, and pointed to the increased Basophils cell figure.



Bill’s 1995 blood test was the following:









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TEST RESULTS LOW-HIGH (SHOULD BE) PERSONALIZED
Myelocytes 0 (a blood-disease indicator)
Neutrophils 68.5 30-80 (54-62) 59
Lymphocytes 20.2 20-60 (25-33) 30
Monocytes 8.2 2-10 (3-7) 5
Eosinophils 1.5 .01-5.00 .01-3) 1
Basophils 1.7 .01-5.00 (0-0.5) .02
*The 1.7% was not flagged because the high tolerance level was again 5%
instead of 0.75%. Again the laboratory figure had a 10 times the normal figure increase.



I proceeded to explain, "This 1995 blood test was done after I had called for 911 assistance, because Bill was having a breathing problem. The woman dream-character was the emergency room doctor. The emergency room doctor stated that she couldn't find any cause for my husband's breathing problem. Heart bacterial destruction
does not take place quickly."
I pointed out what the blood tests looked like when the dream characters appeared in reality. Both dream characters were doctors. The woman carrying the white blank 2'X1' sign appeared in 1995 and the man carrying the white blank 2'X1' sign appeared on May 15, 1996.

June 11, 1996 Page 8





For a clearer explanation, I rewrote my husband's 1995 blood tests to merge the 10 times increase tolerance levels with the normal low and high tolerance levels. I began showing the therapist the abnormalities and how many of the white blood cells would have been flagged with the normal lab test figures, which was the following:


TEST RESULT LOW-HIGH FLAG (Personal Figure)
White Blood Cells 9.3 6.0
Myelocytes 0 (a blood-disease indicator)
Neutrophils 68.5 54-62 H 59
Lymphocytes 20.2 25-33 L 30
Monocytes 8.2 3-7 H 5
Eosinophils 1.5 .01-3.00 1
Basophils l.7 .0-0.5 H .02

I proceeded to show the therapist the third blood test dated May 15, 1996 when the man carrying the white 2'X1' sign appeared, saying, "Notice the Basophils had disappeared. I wrote to England, and they use a similar medical system."







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TEST RESULT RANGE (BRITISH) (MEAN)

White Blood Cells 10.2 6.0
Myelocytes 0 (a blood-disease indicator)
Neutrophils 9.2 H 2.0-9.0 (2.4-6.2) 3.0
Lymphocytes 0.5 0.4-3.5 (1.1-3.3) 2.1
Monocytes 0.5 0.0-1.0 (0.14-0.7) 0.36
Eosinophils 0.0 0.0-0.5 (0.02-0.3) 0.14
Basophils 0.0 0.0-0.2 (0-0.08) 0.03

The doctor and the hospital's name appeared at the top of the May 15, 1996 blood-test page, which was the building next door to the Fox Clinic. So, I continued to explain why I felt that the altering of medical tests was human destruction!

The therapist asked, "Is the patient still alive?"

"Yes. Unfortunately under the system, he's a dead man." I placed my hand on the page identifying Bill's 1983 most effective antibiotic named Adriamycin. Adriamycin was also call Doxorubicin. It was an antibiotic isolated from cultures of mutant streptomyces.

June 11, 1996 Page 10



“The 6-year old patent antibiotic was removed from general use and placed into the Hazardous Substance Data Bank by Copyright 1974-year Micromedex, Inc. The
tumor fighting antibiotic became a part of a cancer-treatment chemotherapy protocol and had not been used as an antibiotic in the U.S. since 1974. I tried to think of an example of how limiting antibiotic used were IV injections only: "Just the other day, I was putting the pump IV line, containing the antibiotic Penicillin G (of unknown origin to the patient), together and the line was filled with bubbles. I had to call the agency, who then called the visiting nurse, who then called back to tell me how to get the bubbles out."

The therapist jotted notes.
So, I continued to describe a century of withholding good medicines, beginning with the tuberculosis vaccine that was discovered in 1908, and never used in the United States. When a medical person said that the BCG vaccine was used in the United States and it wasn't, that person should be called a medical liar. The same should go for antibiotics. In the 1960's, it was known that all cells mutated and that the mutated germs could be made into antibiotics, an example would be Adriamycin that was made from mutated
bacterium.

The therapist changed the subject by asking the form's next question: What kind of medications are you taking now?



June 11, 1996 Page 11




"None."
I again changed the subject back to my concern over what I had called "Health Sabotage" in 1983 by pulling out my papers titled Blood Type Identification, saying, "Twice I had my blood drawn to get one. The second time I was told that it wasn't done under normal conditions, which was for a health test. Let me explain these antibodies to you."
I then showed the therapist the list of antibodies in the Blood Type Identification:
BLOOD TYPE: A2 ANTIBODIES:
+DAT, S-, s+, K+k+, Fy a+, Fy b+, Jk a+, Jk b+

Again the therapist fluffed her hand, "I know nothing about medicine," and she changed the subject back to the questionnaire. This time she asked about alcoholic problems.

"I'm an ex-alcoholic, my mother's a current alcoholic, my father is crazier than 'wh-oose-c-oo-w' (that's like the Madd Hatter in Alice in Wonderland), and my younger brother is more vain than the wicked witch in Snow White. I have an older brother, but he's kind-a normal."







June 11, 1996 Page 12




My thoughts remained on how I was going to present my next subject. I have been complaining about Michigan blood-test alterations (the discrediting of disease markers) and the withholding of common-sense antibiotics for over two decades. My 1995 complain to the Michigan Department of Licensing and Regulations about the raising of lab blood test 10 times what the figure should have been had appeared to fall upon deaf ears, until the known figures disappeared.

I had purchased a black Haitian voodoo hex doll from a mail order catalogue. The four voodoo pins and curse were extra, and not known to be as effect as one conjured personally. I was attending a writer's workshop when a member didn't know what a voodoo doll was. So, at the workshop, I showed the $6 purchased black wax doll. And I explained that my curse was directed at the Michigan medical liars. I believed that a medical liar was a Health Saboteur. Lying drug prescribers used the prescription drug law to deprive my husband and I the right to the more effective medicines. My curse was very simple: "May your lies be like tattoos and printed all over your body. As the lies flow from your mouth, death drips from your lips. May God call up your murdered! Their ghost parade through your corridors, chanting: 'you prayed to give your brain to the human parasites. May you die the way you murdered'."





June 11, 1996 Page 13



The Bible told about blood and liars. To me, a medical liar would be a Health Saboteur, so if God represented light and truth then the medical liar and the Anti-Christ represented darkness and lies. The phrase was simple: "The God that you speak is the God that you worship."


The therapist and I didn't seem to be talking about the same subjects. So, I asked her, "Do you know what a curse is?"
"A curse?"

"Yes, a curse," I repeated. "It never dawned on me that there are people who don't know what a curse is, even if that curse is staring them in the face."

The therapist glanced at her watch. My hour must have been almost over, as the therapist asked, "Shall I call in your daughter?"
"Sure."
Stacy entered the room and sat in the chair next to me. The therapist explained her recommendations: "Your mother's thought are too scattered. We have a Monday-through-Friday-program with the hours of 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. to assist in her mental organization. (Money-wise that would be 6-hours x 5-days = 30 hours x $126-per-hour, making the cost $3,780 per week.) Your mother can have helpful prescription drugs and professional guidance to assist her in logically arranging her now-scattered thoughts."

June 11, 1996 Page 14




I looked at Stacy, maintaining my stance by saying, "I might as well date my book back to when your dad had his 1977 gallbladder surgery." The results were another noticeable untreated infection.

The therapist immediately shook her head, commenting, "This case is worse than I thought it is. If your mother began therapy tomorrow, it wouldn't be soon enough."

Stacy nodded, "I'll try to do what I must do, the best I can."


The meeting was at a conclusion. Stacy left by the same door that we both had first entered. She drove my Chevy S-10 truck to her work place, while the interviewer- therapist and I walked the other way to the treatment center where another receptionist sat. "This is where you will be checking in for treatment. Of course, I can't take you through the treatment area. We don't place our patients on display. You know how your husband is receiving medicines to make him better, well; you will also be given medicines to make you better. Do you think that you're the only sane person?"

First I thought, "If I'm the only person who thinks that the withholding of good antibiotics and the altering of blood test levels was health sabotage, then my answer would have to be a yes." So I answered, "Yes. I am the only sane person in my book."


June 11, 1996 Page 15




I creased my conversation to receive the therapist's reaction. I was annoyed with the interviewer who fluffed-off every medical question I asked. To me, health sabotage was a form of treason. Health Sabotage was the destruction of my country by promoting illness and medical misinformation. Treason used to be a concern to everyone who lived in the United States. By this time, I believed that medical treason, in Michigan, was to be either ignored or considered fashionable a century ago, when tuberculosis was the #1 disease killer. To condense one hour of conversation: a medical liar was a medical murderer!

The therapist replied, "Here you can work on your book five days a week between the hours of 9 a.m. to 3 p.m."


I asked, "And I'll also have lots of medical research books at my disposal?"

"Oh, yes. There will be other things for you to do too."

Our $126-per-hour conversation had ended, so I left. The dark-eyed image in "God Visits" was a symbol of blindness, which represented those Michigan doctors, educators and psychiatrists were as un-child conscious now as in 1977.

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