The Next Andventure: Time To Meet The Editor

Next week, I hope to start working with an editor on the first draft of the first chapters of The Health-Care Survivor’s Story. I am looking forward to receiving the first feedback about what I have written, so far, but I must admit it makes me a little nervous.

Until now, My Serrapeptase Adventure has been a deeply personal journey, which I have been privileged to share, in short excerpts, via my blog, on radio, in articles, and even in someone else’s book; Robert Redfern’s, The ‘Miracle’ Enzyme Is Serrapeptase (2009). The prospect of sharing my story in more detail is exciting, but giving it to someone to edit is somewhat daunting.

I thought that the greatest challenge of writing the early chapters would either be finding enough to write, or, more likely, finding and verifying the medical and scientific information, to explain how *Serrapeptase could, so dramatically, improve my health, and even help me to meet the challenge of Cerebral Palsy. Since childhood, I had been taught not to think of Cerebral Palsy as a health problem at all. After all, it is a condition and not an illness, so my family, teachers, doctors, and therapists did not want me to be defeated by the idea that I was ill.

Once again, my adventure surprised me. In fact, the hardest thing to do has been to fill in some of the gaps in the earliest days of my recovery. The days and weeks in which *Serrapeptase freed me from the tyrannical grasp of a toxic cocktail of prescription medication, were thrilling, fast-moving, and utterly unexpected, so I only made brief notes in my diary, which, at the time, I had no intention of sharing with anyone. It was a diary, which had previously been a list of medical appointments, a litany of deteriorating symptoms, worsening reactions to medications, and my friend’s fading hope for my future.

When my condition began to improve, and my friends began to notice the change, I recorded it in the same sporadic manor, never thinking that the details would be so significant, many years later. It is also worth remembering that a hand-written diary was a massive challenge for me to write and even to read, because my eyesight, visual perception, and manual dexterity were all far worse than they are now. With this in mind, I am sure you can imagine that filling in the detail has meant wracking my own memory and those of friends and professionals, who shared those times with me.

Some people might be surprised to think that my memory of that time was not as detailed as it could have been, but I am not surprised at all. There was so much happening to me, most of it was unexpected, and much of it was not well understood, at the time, even by the so-called experts.

I have enjoyed going on a journey of discovery, as I have been reminded of everything that happened to me, and learnt how, and why, such an adventure was possible, and, more importantly, how the improvements in my health have been sustained since January, 2006.


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