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Colette’s Story

Where to begin?  Colette has lived such a fascinating and interesting life that I could not possibly do her biography justice on a single internet page.  She was born in Paris, France in 1929, two weeks after Black Tuesday.  Her early childhood was during Depression ravaged Europe in the 1930’s.  When the United States slipped into the Great Depression after the Wall Street panic of 1929, it caused a global depression in its wake.  France was hit hard by the Depression.  Colette’s family was very poor, almost destitute.  She lived with her aunt, uncle, and cousins in a small town near the German border.  They eked out a meager existence and lived in a very humble house (a converted storage barn attached to a larger house).

 

In 1939, when she was nine years old, the Germans invaded France.  Fearful of the advancing invasion, Colette and her family fled to Paris, where her mother was working as a maid for a wealthy Jewish family.  But the solution was temporary.  The Germans reached Paris in 1940 and many millions of refugees fled for the surrounding countryside.  Colette and her family fled Paris with nothing other than one rusty old bicycle and the clothes on their backs.  The details of her flight as a refugee could fill volumes.  Suffice it to say, life was beyond difficult.  Food was a rare luxury for the refugees and meals were few and far between.  To this day Colette still suffers the physical ramifications of severe malnutrition caused by the war.

 

The war lasted six years for the French.  During this time Colette and her family were constant refugees.  They travelled to the south of France, back to Paris, back to the country, and back again to Paris in repeating cycles.  It was a never ending struggle to find shelter and food.  Have you ever camped for six days?  How about six weeks?  Can you even imagine camping, without guaranteed food or warm clothes, for six years?  France is a very cold country in the winter.  Many, many refugees died from starvation, cold weather, and disease.

 

Colette spent much of the war singing for food.  She would knock on a farmhouse and offer to sing in exchange for food.  The French farms were about the only place in France to find any food during the war.  Many farms were abandoned.  But a few hearty French farmers decided to stay out the course of the war on the farm.  The Germans often raided farms for food supplies.  Needless to say, many farmers decided it was safer to become a refugee than to run a farm.  Now remember, Colette wasn’t even a teenager yet.  While most of us as eleven-year-olds were thinking about what color bicycle to ask from Santa, Colette was supporting her entire refugee family by singing for hours and hours each night at various farmhouses.  She must have been a pretty good singer because the farmers always gave enough food for the whole family.

 

Contrary to popular belief (or myth), Colette says life under the Germans was not as bad as historians would have you think.  The Germans pretty much allowed the refugees to come and go without much bother.  They were too focused on the war effort to waste energy on refugees.  On more than one occasion Colette’s aunt entered German military outposts begging for food.  NOT ONCE was she turned down.  The German soldiers were not heartless.  They understood the plight of the French.  Contrary to the popular Hollywood image of the Germans as ruthless madmen, Colette assures me they were reasonably compassionate toward the French.  Nobody liked the war, German soldiers included.

 

During the course of the war Colette lost many childhood friends.  Her Paris neighborhood was levelled by Allied bombing.  There was a French factory at the end of the street that was converted by the Germans for tank building.  The Allies carpet bombed the entire area, killing nearly everyone in Colette’s neighborhood.  Luckily, this happened during one of her family’s refugee trips to the countryside.  Laser-guided smart bombs had not been invented yet.  The Allies dropped thousands of bombs on targets in hopes of having just one of them hit the target.  The civilian collateral damage was enormous.  She also lost several relatives to the concentration camps.  One thing often overlooked by Hollywood is the fact that 20 million non-Jews also died in the camps.  Two of those, an uncle and a cousin, were from Colette’s family.  They were both sent to Dachau.  The cousin died there.  The uncle died shortly after being liberated by the Allies.  The malnutrition had left him looking like a skeleton of barely 80 pounds.  He died within weeks of being freed.  Colette’s father was also killed during the war...something to do with the French Resistance in the south, but the circumstances surrounding his death are unclear.

 

After the war France was utterly and completely destroyed.  The physical infrastructure and financial damage to France is still felt to this day.  France has not fully recovered some 60+ years later.  Remember, France had suffered through the First World War just 20 years prior.  This was followed by the short reprieve of the Roaring 20’s, followed quickly by the Great Depression.  And then the Second World War broke out. The psychological toll on the French hasn’t healed.  For forty years, from the start of WWI until post-WWII reconstruction in the late 40’s & 50’s, France was in turmoil.  Post-war France was almost as bad as the war itself.  The country had literally been blasted off the face of the planet.  The economy was in terrible shape.  Jobs were nonexistent.

 

Colette left France in the mid-1950’s and came to the United States.  She quickly learned English and soon became an American citizen.  She diligently and proudly studied U.S. History, U.S. Politics, and English.  At the time, immigrants to the United States were expected to learn English and understand our constitutional form of government.  Even though she had managed to complete high school in France and even obtained a college degree from an art school in Paris, she felt that SHE OWED THE UNITED STATES the courtesy of obtaining an American G.E.D.  So, in addition to her French diplomas, she is the very proud owner of a G.E.D.  She did, and still does, have a great respect of and gratitude toward the United States.  She felt it was her duty as an immigrant to shed her old habits and language, and to adopt the American culture as her own.  In other words, nobody had to tell her to assimilate.  She was so grateful to be accepted here after WWII that she made it a personal mission to assimilate herself into the United States.

 

Colette’s generation of immigrants did not expect ATM machines to offer Press-2-For-French!  They did not demand that public schools to be taught in French.  They did not demand that governmental forms be printed in French.  And they certainly did not enter the United States without an entry Visa.  How the times have changed.

 

Anyway, fast forward fifty years...unfortunately, like many Americans, Colette has suffered the ravages of heart disease.  She was diagnosed with diabetes about twenty years ago.  Clogging of the arteries (atherosclerosis) snuck up on her recently.  In hindsight, the symptoms were subtly there for many years.  Last year the condition worsened and resulted in four separate heart attacks, two at home and two in the hospital.

 

While in the hospital, she suffered two major heart attacks.  One was immediately prior to what is known as a Stress Test.  She didn’t actually make it to the treadmill.  I was not present, but I suspect the emotional stress of knowing she would be taking the test made Colette panic, resulting in a major heart attack.   I came into her room in the middle of the attack.  The doctors took her into emergency surgery.  They wanted to do emergency bypass, which we declined.  

 

My father had been mentally butchered by a quadruple bypass some years prior.  Many people don’t know that during a bypass operation the patient is hooked up to a heart-lung machine.  This oxygenates the blood while the doctors work on the bypass.  Unfortunately, in over HALF of bypass operations there is some cognitive loss.  The patient goes into surgery normal and comes out of surgery with memory loss, confusion, and permanent reduction in cognitive ability.  In other words, they save the heart, but fry the brain.  Your relative ends up with instant alzheimer’s disease.  The medical community calls it Post Bypass Cognitive Dysfunction. What a cutesy name for butchering someone’s brain.  The heart-lung machine introduces tiny gas bubbles (similar to scuba diving bends) along with fat globules and plastic debris from all the tubing.  These lodge in the brain and cut off the oxygen supply.  The result is brain damage.  

 

Let me give a disclaimer: I am NOT giving you medical advice.   Please seek professional advice from a qualified (giggle) medical professional.  Do not take information from this website as medical fact.  Always consult a state licensed medical doctor for any of your medical concerns or questions.  Now that the obligatory BS of cover-your-behind is out of the way, all I will say is that I believe EVERY HUMAN SHOULD AVOID BYPASS IF AT ALL POSSIBLE.  Can that really be done?

 

In my non-medical opinion (that is to only be used as a statement of my own personal belief and not as a replacement for a qualified doctor’s opinion) I would say ABSOLUTELY it can be done.

 

What good is saving the heart and the body if the brain is left severely damaged?

 

I’ll link to alternative treatments in a few paragraphs.  For now, let me return to Colette’s story.  So, no wanting a repeat of my father’s bypass-induced brain damage, we declined the emergency bypass.  Her life was in immediate danger, so we agreed to allow an emergency angioplasty and stent placement on her coronary arteries.  Unless you are suffering an immediate heart attack, like Colette was,  I suggest to never have this procedure done either.

 

During the stent placement the doctors shove a tube up your groin arteries until they reach the blockage in a coronary artery.  They inflate a balloon at the end of the tube, which squishes the blockage up against the side of the artery.  This opens up the bloodflow through the artery.  Then a wire or nylon mesh stent is placed in the newly opened artery to hold it open.  For an explanation and illustration go HERE.

 

While this could be life-saving in a case such as Colette’s immediate heart attack, it really isn’t a very well designed solution in my opinion.  Think about it.  When your kitchen sink’s drain is clogged with gook sticking to the inside of the pipe, is the solution to shove a balloon down the pipe and squish the gook tighter onto the sides of the pipe?  Of course not.  The proper immediate solution would be to remove the blockage or replace the drain pipe.  Bypass surgery replaces the drain pipe, but at the cost of instant brain damage.  Neither is a very appealing choice is it?

 

The heart attack and emergency angioplasty surgery left Colette in very bad shape.  She was placed in the ICU ward and was given slim chances of surviving.  In the ICU ward she suffered another major heart attack during the middle of the night.  She was pumped with any and all medications that Western Medicine could think of.  They pumped her so full of blood thinners that she started internally bleeding in her stomach.   To make a long story short, Colette was getting much WORSE, not better from being in the hospital.  I knew that I had to take action to get her out of the ICU ward and back home.

 

After my father’s heart attack a few years prior, I had started to educate myself on alternative treatments to heart disease.  From this research, I learned that heart disease is really the result of poor nutrition (Disclaimer, this is my opinion, not medical fact, double giggle).  

 

You see, Western Medicine comes in and either shoves a balloon down the kitchen sink, or replaces the drain pipe.  But they never address the reason WHY the gook is in the drain to begin with.  Is it hard water?  Is little Johnny shoving peanut butter sandwiches down the drain?  Surely there is a scientific and rational explanation for the clogging.  Well, it turns out that many people, including me, believe that heart disease is the result of malnutrition.  And something as simple as daily supplementation with various vitamins, minerals, amino acids, and herbs can prevent or even reverse the effects of heart disease.

 

Armed with my limited but growing knowledge of vitamins and herbal medicine, I made a liquid concoction of supplements.  It consisted of liquid vitamins such as B, C, & E, liquid minerals, and the amino acids lysine, proline, L-carnitine, acetyl-L-carnitine & taurine.  I added a few other supplements in minor quantities.  Of course, I checked and researched each supplement thoroughly for adverse reactions with other drugs, namely the prescription drugs that Colette was being administered both orally and intravenously.  I then administered the liquid supplements to her twice a day through a soda straw, drop by drop.  Within two days, Colette’s condition miraculously improved to the point of being able to be transported back home.  The doctors and home healthcare professionals warned that Colette would not make it through the first night at home.  Based on their educational background in Western Medicine, I understood their pessimistic prognosis.  But I also knew that once she was home it would not take long for my shotgun-approach liquid supplements to work.  Colette survived the night.  Over the next few weeks she gained strength and started to improve.  This was much to the surprise of the home healthcare nurses, but of no surprise to me.

 

The two week stay in the hospital and the associated heart attacks left Colette in pretty bad shape.  The clogging of her arteries was still there.  Western Medicine does nothing about the clogs.  All they do is thin the blood with medicine and place the patient on liver-destroying cholesterol-lowering drugs, again, not the best solution in my opinion.  I’ll come back to the whole cholesterol nonsense shortly.

 

Anyway, Colette’s clogged arteries and decreased heart function resulted in gangrene in her feet.  When most people hear the word gangrene, they think about a puss-filled, yucky mess that needs to be chopped off.  This is wet gangrene.  It is usually the result of trauma or surgery and a subsequent infection.  Wounded Civil War soldiers would often die from wet gangrene infections.  What Colette developed was dry gangrene.  This type of gangrene is usually not infected, or at least not to the point of being a puss-filled, nasty wet sore.  Dry gangrene is the result of lack of blood flow.  Because of her weak heartbeat and clogged arteries, she was not receiving blood flow to her extremities.  It basically turns extremities such as toes into dried out beef jerky, or I guess human jerky would be the appropriate term. Western Medicine has another cutesy name for this (which in reality is just for impressing others with their medical vocabulary thereby inflating their already overly-inflated egos).  They call it Peripheral Artery Disease.

 

Based on this terminology, one would think that Peripheral Artery Disease and Congestive Heart Failure were two different diseases, right?  Well, yes, if you adhere to Western Medicine’s dogma.  But in reality, these are just two ramifications of the same underlying problem...that being the clogging of the arteries.

 

To battle this new complication of dry gangrene we consulted specialists in podiatry and cardiovascular problems.  The cardiovascular surgeon performed angioplasty (surprise, surprise) and placed stents (surprise, surprise) into both of her legs, just above the knee.  This is how Western Medicine opens up clogged arteries.  Did it work?  OF COURSE NOT.  Western Medicine isn’t about curing disease, it’s about treating disease for obscene profits.

 

Colette was treated very badly in this particular hospital.  I won’t tell you the name of the hospital other than it is a two-part name.  The first word could refer to our geographical climate classification here in Las Vegas.  The second word could refer to a natural outbubbling of water from the earth.  This hospital kept Colette for almost two weeks.  But they left her sitting night after night in soiled diapers, lost her expensive dentures, and almost killed her.  I had her discharged against medical advice, which was fine by me.  In hindsight it was a good decision.

 

This terrible medical service prompted me to look into an alternative treatment that I was aware of for some time, EDTA chelation.  I’m guessing that most of you have never heard of chelation (pronounced key-lay-shun).  This is quite by design.  Big Medicine and Big Pharmaceutical always keep safe, effective, alternative treatments out of the public’s knowledge.  Within two or three EDTA treatments there were noticeable improvements in Colette’s gangrene.  By ten or so treatments it was clearly evident that the EDTA treatments were effective.  The swelling in her feet vanished, the gangrene stopped spreading, and the color/texture of her skin improved.  She is now about halfway through her treatments and all I can say is, THE STUFF WORKS!  No wonder Big Pharma and Big Med are on a mission to destroy the competition.

 

Big Med Bypass = $50 K or more + thousands of $ more in prescription meds. Often bypasses re-clog after a few months or years.

 

EDTA Chelation = $4 K for the entire course of treatments.  The benefits of chelation can last up to several years or even decades.  Not only is chelation far more effective and far more cost effective, it also helps reduce heavy metals in your body and helps prevent certain cancers!  By eating healthier, exercising moderately and regularly, taking vitamin & herbal supplements, and EDTA chelation (intravenous), there is no reason for Americans to suffer from heart disease.

 

Now, about 14 treatments into a 24 treatment program, Colette’s gangrene has reversed on her ankle (which was a huge & spreading sore) and her toes have started to heal up as well.  Unfortunately, we started EDTA too late to save the first knuckles on a few of her middle toes.  They have now dried up, sealed themselves off, and fallen off.  Yep, damaged toes will self-amputate leaving a nice, clean stub behind.  There is usually no need to have a surgeon remove dry gangrene.  It will fall off naturally.  Had she not went to the hospital for the USELESS leg stents and instead started EDTA chelation, chances are she wouldn’t have even lost these knuckles.  Oh well, better late than never!  We gave Western Medicine a hell of a shot.  They had AMPLE opportunity to shine and deliver the goods.  NOPE!  The red-headed stepchild of the medical field, Alternative Medicine, came to the rescue.

 

Listen to me.  Again I am NOT giving you medical advice (see a state licensed medical doctor for that).  But in my humble opinion if you are facing the possibility of heart disease, PAD, angioplasty, or bypass surgery:

 

I STRONGLY URGE YOU TO LOOK INTO EDTA INTRAVENOUS TREATMENTS.

 

It might just save you a lot of $$$, possible brain damage, or even death.

 

One last topic I will say about Colette’s case.  EDTA chelation worked so well that now she is not in any immediate danger of heart attack or septicemia from the spread of the gangrene.  Now, however, her leg muscles are atrophied from lack of use due to the clogged arteries.  I plan to consult with a Physical Therapist soon to see what can be done about this complication.

 

TO READ ABOUT POSSIBLE UNDERLYING CAUSES OF ATHEROSCLEROSIS AND ALTERNATIVE TREATMENTS CLICK HERE.

It is with great sadness that I must say goodbye to the greatest teacher and the best friend that I ever had in this life.  Colette survived malnutrition, tuberculosis, and daily bombing raids under Nazi-occupied, World War II France.  She had survived countless recent battles with heart disease, gangrene, diabetes and many other maladies.  Sadly, complications from a bleeding ulcer took Colette from this world today, Easter Sunday.  Colette developed the bleeding ulcer two years ago when Western Medicine pumped her full of industrial-strength blood thinners following her heart attack. The ulcer never fully healed.  Live and learn ... I urge everyone reading this to always question the methods of Western Medicine.  When time permits I will put together a more fitting biography of a remarkable life and an extraordinary human being.  For now, you can read about Colette’s story below.

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it  queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and the frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

~Robert Frost  

(Colette’s favorite poet & poem)

LAUGH and the world laughs with you;

    Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

    But has troubles enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer,

    Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

    But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

    Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

    But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many,

    Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

    But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast , and your halls are crowded;

    Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

    But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

    For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

    Through the narrow aisles of pain

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(Another of Colette’s favorites)