Allison's Story
"Moving Forward"
By Allison Biggar
My mom and dad met in Chapel Hill, NC. My mom always said it was love at first sight. They got married in a whirlwind romance and my mom had me when she was 31.
I had a picture perfect childhood. I was an only child who could do no wrong. My parents were madly in love, and never fought. By the time I was 4 they were well on their way to building their dream house and their dream life.
My mother started getting sick when I was in high school. Multiple Sclerosis is an auto-immune disease where your immune system literally attacks itself leaving you vulnerable to any sickness.
First my mother felt numbness in her hands and feet, later she was unable to walk. It got worse in my college years. Doctor after Doctor, Drug after Drug: Nothing and no one could make her feel better.
A New Month. A New Doctor. A New Drug. My mother had boxes full of drugs and had to write down each drug she took throughout the day in order to keep track of all the pills she was taking so not to overdose. Each new drug introduced at least three new side effects. The more drugs she took, the worse her condition progressed.
I watched my mom grow weaker and weaker as I struggled to focus on school. She slept most of the day and when she was awake, she was in constant pain.
When the pain in her stomach became unbearable we got a new diagnosis: cancer.
I was just a junior in college when I learned that my mother (and best friend) had only months to live.
More tests, more drugs and almost daily chemotherapy followed. "Curing" my mom's cancer became my families full time job. But no doctor and no test could determine the cause of her cancer and therefore no doctor and no test could determine the treatment.
When we finally admitted her into a hospice she was put on so much morphine that she was only awake a few minutes a day.
My mother, the beautiful Patricia Ann Doughty Biggar passed away in 2004, one month before I graduated college.
Her death hit my father hard. His soulmate, his best friend, his reason for living was gone- and no one could explain why.
I believe it was at this point in time when my father became sick although he wasn't diagnosed until about 2 years later. He was on a combination of antidepressants, cholesterol medication, and anti-anxiety pills. And drinking and smoking didn't help.
It's like I almost knew my father would suffer the same fate. After my mother's death, I started reading everything I could get my hands on about natural, holistic health. I learned that the body is designed to heal itself and will cure itself- if we let it.
I read about the pharmaceutical industry, the FDA, the toxins in our food supply and I became convinced that these were the absolute and undeniable cause of my mother's cancer and death.
I lectured my father for his drinking and use of pharmaceutical drugs. I begged him to try natural methods instead of pills to cure his ailments. He brushed me off. He did not believe what I believed. If his doctor said that he was O.K., then he was O.K.
For about a year and a half life seemed to get better for us. I moved to California to pursue my career and my father met and married my stepmom, Dorothy and I gained two sisters. Finally life seemed good again for my family.
Two and a half years after my mom died, and only months after my dad remarried, I got the call when I was living in Los Angeles. I'll never forget his words, "I'm sick baby. It's bad. Come home."
I flew directly home. I told my dad I would save him. I told him he had to get off the drugs and drastically change his diet. He agreed to try. We visited a holistic doctor who said he could heal my father if we let him. My dad's illness did not have to be terminal unless he chose it to be.
But my dad did not choose it because he did not believe it. He did not stop the drugs. The same oncologist who treated my mother prescribed him more drugs, more chemotherapy and radiation. The same doctor who treated my mom told me to go home and let him die.
I lost both my parents by the time I was 25. I have no brothers and sisters, no aunt or uncles. No real family left in this world.
Today I lean on my friends and step-family for support. I wouldn't have made it without the support of my step-family, and close friends. I thank God that I have good people in my life to help me through hard times.
I am telling you my story because I want you to know you don't have to go through what I did. You don't have to watch your loved ones suffer and die. There are natural ways to cure any degenerative, chronic, or terminal disease.
The stories are out there. You just have to listen for them.
I hope this site helps you understand that you can live a happy healthy life full of vitality and longevity.
-Allison Biggar