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"Here is my testimony I was a regular kid in high school. I was in a few clubs, swam on the swim team, studied and socialized. There was only one problem. I fell asleep in every class and while I studied my texts. I thought this was not too unusual -- I just needed to get more sleep and eat better. I would go to bed at 10:00 or 10.30 p.m. I always ate all three meals and a snack. I never liked junk food and always ate my fresh vegetables. Pretty soon I would fall asleep while taking a test or in choir standing up and singing. I went to the doctor and a physical was given with the normal blood test. The results showed everything was normal. One doctor said that there was nothing wrong with me; I was not overweight and could swim in practice just fine. Every year I would go to the doctor with no results. I would fall asleep while talking with someone in person, Life got a little tougher when I started to get dizzy. This would make life tough. I would hit the wails in the shower, lose my balance, and run into the walls In the hallway. It would get so bad that I would hold on to something because it would feel like I was spinning with the room. Doctors would tell me that I was letting my blood sugar level drop too low. Food did not help. I went on to college where my fatigue grew even worse. I could not stay awake during or between classes and could. not read my textbooks longer than 15 minutes. I would get nauseated and faint with unquenchable hunger. People around me were convinced that I did not have enough willpower to stay awake and the doctors said I was in perfect health. I started to believe what I was being told. I felt very helpless with little hope. I went on a church mission. This was trying to me physically due to the work hours. One key to my problem was solved by my companions. My companion and I were always together. This allowed for a great observation of me. My companion confirmed what I knew deep down, that there was something wrong with me physically, I would fall asleep mid-sentence while reading the Bible out load. This started to give me the faith that I could find something that would help me. I knew that my answer was not in normal medicine. By a miracle I was transferred to Columbia Falls when I only had 4 weeks left on my mission. By chance, I came across some information about Dr. Nelson. My heart leaped and I could not believe what I read. I took my faith and made an appointment. I followed Dr. Nelson's program just how he outlined it. I have never felt better and do feel like I have been sleeping my life away. I am so excited about life. My social life improved greatly because I had enough energy! I have been in college now for a month and I have NOT FALLEN ASLEEP ONCE! NOT ONCE! I can read my textbooks for hours and comprehend what I read. I have been doing great in school and am in awe of how being awake has made such a difference, I thank Dr. Nelson for giving me my life back."
"Hi, my name is Kim M. , and I am writing this letter because it needs to be known by people suffering from Chronic Fatigue, what Dr. Nelson did for my husband, Dennis M. Now that Dennis is cured, he has either no, or only faint recollection of the two years of his life, with Chronic Fatigue, and also during the cure, so it is left up to me to fill you all in.
In the sixteen years I've known Dennis, he was always early to bed and early to rise. After we were married almost fourteen years, Dennis was complaining about sore arms. After tests were done, the doctor told him it was tendonitis and gave Den muscle relaxants, and sent him on his way. Then in 1992 Dennis became much worse, sleeping a lot, but still never missing work. Dennis has always been someone who worked very hard and never missed one day because he was sick. So even during the next year and a half. up until his journey to Doctor Nelson, he still never missed a day of work. Although the same can not unfortunately be said of his home life. There basically wasn't one. He came straight home from work. Supper already on the table. He barely said hello as he would head off to bed, and not be seen 'till morning.
His two sons first year of hockey was carpooled by me. Weekends, while he slept, (lying in bed tossing and turning, taking sleeping pills, muscle relaxants with no avail). I was at the hockey arena for practices and games. The boys first year of soccer and the next season. I even coached because there wasn't one to be found. Dennis, again does not remember any of this.
Dennis continued to lose weight. He went from his 36" waist in jeans to a 32". People that did see him would tell me to just check him into a hospital until they found out what was wrong with him, and don't take "no" for an answer! Finally a doctor, who, as it turned out, had quite a few C.F.S. patients, diagnosed Dennis, and then he put him on Nardil ( 5 a day Den was on). Supposedly 1 Nardil was comparable to 10 Prozac. At first and for the next 5 months these kept Den awake, but there were side effects. Like his shopping and spending money, which is the complete opposite of Den. Or him not being able to sleep at bedtime, because he was too hyper. Things were okay, except that he was only 32 years old and it worried me that he would have to take such a strong drug for the rest of his life. I didn't have to worry very long though, because he had to stop the Nardil to have a hernia operation. When he tried to resume the Nardil it wasn't effective. Dennis at this point was at the realization that he would have to go on long term disability, as he wasn't fit to drive safely home from work. He was totally spent by noon. He didn't know how he was going to spend the rest of his life, but I wasn't going to give up.
On the very day that Den was quitting work, my brother in Vulcan Alberta, Canada called me. He had just sold a car to a lady, whom was on her way to Dr. Nelsons for back problems. She said how she came to him once a year, and that he had cured a fellow with C.F.S in Lethbridge where she s from. My brother told her about Dennis, and she gave him Dr. Nelsons phone number, which he relayed directly to me. I phoned within minutes and spoke directly to Dr. Nelson. He told me yes, I may help your husband and in only one week". I booked him in and phoned Dennis's dad, to drive him. When Den came home from work ready to stay home forever, I sent him to Dr. Nelson that very night. The next day was the first day of the new and very much improved Dennis.
One week later when Dennis returned, I first noticed that he had color in his face. Next, I noticed that there was an extra place setting at dinner, and that Dennis could sleep at night. Through the next 4 months things steadily improved. Over the whole year, he gained back as much weight as he wanted to. Now his new jeans are a very healthy and fit 33".
Now, 3 years later, Den's work load is enormous, but he handles it with a clear and focused mind, along with a healthy and happy body. He jogs, plays hockey and curls in a league. He now coaches both boys in hockey, roller hockey, summer hockey, baseball, and soccer. Sometimes it takes juggling but Den would never again miss a game or a practice due to being sick. That is all in his past with the Old Dennis. Thanks again Dr. Nelson!"
Central Medical Clinic
960 Professional Building
10830 Jasper Avenue
Edmonton, Alberta T5J 2B3
Telephone (403) 428-7777
Fax (403) 428-7801
December 16, 1994
To Whom It May Concern:
Re: Dennis M.
The above has severe chronic fatigue syndrome as verified by testing and referral to infectious disease at the U of A.
He has had treatments in the US and clinically appears to be much improved.
Yours truly,
"My name is Kaci J. and I would briefly (I hope, but do not promise) like to share the wonderful impact Dr. Bruce Nelson has made upon my life. My story begins around Thanksgiving of 1989. I was in the eighth grade and a very active girl. I was by no stretch of the imagination a great athlete, but I enjoyed participating in school sports. I ran cross-country and track, played basketball, volleyball, and softball. Then, just before Thanksgiving I came down with strep throat. I made a routine trip to the doctor for antibiotics, but somehow ended up with a great deal more.
Over a month later I still wasn't feeling well. The sore throat was gone, but I was physically drained and found that continuing any sort of athletic activity was becoming more and more difficult. Return trips to the doctor over the next three years offered a constant barrage of tests that revealed nothing. At the same time my health steadily declined. I became extremely depressed as those around me began to wonder if my illness was all in my head. One teacher whose class I missed a great deal went so far as to tell me --in front of the class --that there was nothing wrong with me physically but that I needed a great deal of mental help.
As the depression increased a cycle began. My immune system was shot and a typical 24-hour bug would often stay with me as long as a month. The illness would cause me to get behind in school causing me -- until my illness a straight A student and perfectionist to the extreme -- a great deal of stress. The more stressed I got, the sicker, etc.
Finally in 1992 I received what I thought at the time to be a huge breakthrough. My pediatrician finally put a name to the illness that had been causing me such grief for the previous three years: Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. My relief was overwhelming. At last a name for this evil disease. Now everyone would have to believe and accept that I was really sick.
Unfortunately this is where my real troubles began. While I now had a name for my illness, I had, I made the mistake of becoming sick before CFS hit the headlines. Many thought my saying I had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome was a politically correct way of saying I was lazy. If only I would try a little harder I would be able to attend school more regularly or participate in sports or whatever it was I was unable to do at the time. They had no idea how desperately I wanted to be like everyone else. Did they think I enjoyed the attention, the dirty looks, the whispers in the hall, and the incredibly awful rumors spread about me?
Sadly, the medical field had little to offer me but a name for my disease. My doctor tried a variety of highly ineffective medications. The most memorable was an anti-depressant that was "the cure to all that ailed me" .My health rapidly decreased to the point where I was sleeping up to twenty hours a day, but I blindly continued on the medication for almost six months. I eventually learned from another doctor that I was taking nearly three times the amount a person of my height and weight should have been allowed. The doctor marveled that I was even able to function at all while on this prescription. Funnily enough, I hadn't been functioning.
It was halfway through my junior year of high school when I heard about Dr. Nelson. By this time I had bought every book on the market concerning CFS, and tried each and every "miracle cure" offered, only to feel remarkably worse after each attempt. A mutual friend had been in Kalispell on business when he heard Dr. Nelson was having a great deal of success with Chronic Fatigue patients. At this point I figured I had nothing to loose and everything to gain so my mother and I made a week-long journey to Kalispell from Great Falls. Dr. Nelson spent the first day explaining his techniques and for the first time since I had become ill, someone was telling me they not only believed that I was sick, but they know how to do something about it. Better yet, he made sense. He told me that, unlike the medical doctors I had seen previously, he wasn't going to try to bandage my illness --which is what I fervently believe many doctors try to do. So often they gave me "this" drug to curb "this" symptom and "that" drug to control "that" symptom, but here Dr. Nelson was telling me he was going to the root of the problem.
Something in my body was causing all these symptoms to occur, and simply making the symptoms go away was not going to cause the underlying problem to cease to exist. He also explained to me that the body has the power to heal itself and he could, through treatment and nutrition give my body the tools it desperately needed.
Throughout my week of treatments I remained skeptical, unwilling to hope for a remission of this disease, much less a cure, only to have my hopes dashed once again. The most memorable part of this trip came the very last day as Dr. Nelson was "playing with my feet" as I like to call it. He asked me to come back for further treatments in two weeks. He played with my feet a minute longer and then said no, three weeks. I agreed.
I returned home to Great Falls and the first two weeks passed without any change. The third week is what I now think of as the first week of my new life. Each day I had more and more energy. I began showing up earlier and earlier at school shocking my teachers and classmates, many of whom didn't know me although it was now February. I returned to Kalispell ecstatic. Dr. Nelson simply smiled and laughed throwing in a desired "I told you so".
Nearly four years later I am still as healthy as I have ever been and an ardent fan and believer in Doc Bruce. In 1994 I graduated with my class, possibly not at all had it not been for Dr. Nelson. This past spring I even spent two months hiking around Europe -- a dream that I never would have been able to realize without his help. Here is a man who believed in me and loved me at a time when I didn't believe in myself I would not be where I am today without this amazing man whom I love with all my heart. I honestly believe God has blessed Dr. Nelson with a certain gift of healing and I certainly know God blessed me when I was led to this wonderful, man who has done something for me that I will never be able to thank him for giving me back my life."
"This is a personal testimony regarding the medical challenges that led to life changing events experienced on attendance at Dr. Bruce Nelson's clinic.
My name is Debbie B. and I live in New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada.
I am a previous nurse and lawyer by profession, and my medical problems began in the fall of 1988.
I started to notice that I was becoming increasingly tired all the time, was aching and sore all over and having a lot of difficulty dragging myself out of bed to go to my job as an articling law student. By November 1988 I was increasingly stiff, sore and aching all the time. I was having major problems writing due to the pain, swelling and soreness in my hands. This problem worsened as did the previous ones, and when I also began to have difficulty walking and breathing as well I had to leave my employment.
My condition continued to worsen to the point where my husband had to carry me to the bathroom and take over all aspects of my daily living as well as run the household. This was devastating to both of us. We were newly married and I was finishing the final requirements needed to become a lawyer. If I did not finish these requirements I would not be able to embark on the career I had worked so hard towards.
I waited until February 1989 to be seen by a specialist who examined me and stated that he knew exactly what was wrong with me. He said that I presented with all of the "classic" symptoms of Fibromyalgia. I remember actually being excited. Now that I had a diagnosis I was sure they would just "fix" me with a pill and my husband and I could get on with our lives.
How wrong I was, as this was when the nightmare began! I spent the next nine years in a spin going from one specialist to another, all the top of their given fields. After I began to develop further medical problems such as severe adult onset asthma, kidney problems: esophageal strictures (my throat would close due to lesions there which had to be removed), thyroid problems, hormonal problems, and finally a heart murmur. I was also diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. As the Doctor explained that I actually had two illnesses I felt my life spiraling completely out of control. And it remained there for the next nine years.
I had bad days and worse days. Sometimes I was able to get out of bed, some days I wasn't. My activities throughout most these years ranged anywhere from being able to go outside for a short period of time and come back and rest for the remainder of the day to being totally bedridden for days and months on end .
Sometimes I could prepare a meal, sometimes I couldn't. I remember wondering how many other people had to lie down in bed to peel carrots? The big problem was, I NEVER knew what one I would be like one hour to the next, let alone one day to the next. My husband spent thousands of dollars and probably as many hours in search of any aid for daily living that might help us cope better with these devastating afflictions.
Our lives became totally centered around my physical condition. I was in two accidents as well. One in 1990 and another in 1993. Both of these accidents significantly exacerbated my symptoms. The accident in 1990 left me with a back injury which coupled with my Fibromyalgia and exacerbation of previous back problems led to the above mentioned events through the years. This 1990 event also was the beginning of an eight-year lawsuit which significantly stressed my existing health challenges and played havoc with my already depressed state of mind.
I did manage to go back and finish my articling and bar admission course with many breaks and a couple of hospitalizations during the period. I did become a lawyer in the fall of 1990. I worked as a lawyer for two months and was unable to continued, not having been employed since.
One of the new symptoms I was faced with was significant memory loss and brain fog. A scan of my head actually showed that there were changes in my brain function due to chronic fatigue syndrome.
My life consisted of trials of medications, side effects from all of them, treatment after various treatments and shuffling to what seemed like every medical specialist in the greater Toronto area. I saw rheumatologists, neurologists, cardiologists, respirologists, specialists in internal medicine, endocrinologists and gynecologists. Things did not change significantly until June 1998.
In June 1998 friends of mine introduced me to some unique health care products which had a significant impact on my health. My energy returned, I was no longer either sleeping all the time or not at all, my breathing improved, my back problems subsided and I stopped aching for the first time since 1988! I thought it was a miracle. My health started to come back and my husband and I began to have some semblance of our lives back.
Unfortunately, this was short lived. Although these wonderful product really helped me and continue to do so today, they only helped alleviate symptoms. As I began to try and live what I considered a normal life again my health began to deteriorate once more.
In April 1999 my back and left leg became increasingly painful and symptoms of Fibromyalgia began to return. By the end of May I was completely bedridden as I was unable to walk due to severe discomfort in my left leg and in fact kept passing out because of it. I was diagnosed with a severe debilitating back problem and the only option I had was back surgery. Many years of what the Doctors called "conservative" back treatment had been tried on me and I was to the point where surgery was the only option.
This was a very frightening proposition to me because there was a risk of making my underlying back problems worse and I also have a muscle condition that makes me an anesthetic risk. However, I saw no option as I couldn't; walk and the narcotic patches that the doctor had given me did nothing at all to alleviate my discomfort.
When a good friend called me at the beginning of July with Dr. Nelson on. the phone I was at the end of my rope. I had been in bed for six weeks at this point. Dr. Nelson over the phone asked my mother to do several things that hopefully would make me feel better.
He then said that I should feel better in about three days and hopefully would be able to get out of bed. Having a medical and legal background was EXTREMELY skeptical about this, but at this point had nothing to lose! In three days I did get out of bed and the severe breathing problems I had been experiencing were greatly improved. :
I neglected to say that all of this took place in Ontario, and three days after this I was able to fly home to Vancouver from Toronto which was a five hour plane trip. Four days after returning to Vancouver I was able to fly to see Dr. Nelson in Montana. I was still skeptical, but could NOT ignore the fact that this man enabled me to walk and so far I had avoided the dreaded surgery.
What happened to me at Dr. Nelson's clinic was absolutely amazing. I stayed there for three weeks and had numerous treatments. Dr. Nelson managed to alleviate the severe problem in my leg and it remains gone today, six months later. The thought of surgery is completely gone. In a couple of days at his clinic I was actually running up stairs! I haven't been able to get up stairs in years!
I thought I was only going there for my leg and back problems. I was aching and sore all over again, experiencing difficulty with swelling and still having some trouble breathing. I also was having digestive problems that had caused me a lot of difficulty through the years and was unable to eat certain foods without major consequences. I also experienced severe discomfort in my chest and upper back from this problem. Within one week of being at Dr. Nelson's clinic I was able to go out walking and on a day sight-seeing trip with other patients. I could eat anything I wanted and my breathing problems were gone as well. The aching stopped completely, the swelling went away and I actually began to LOOK; years younger! I actually felt like I was on a holiday!
It is now six months later and as I write this I sometimes still can't believe that I went from being COMPLETELY bed-ridden to being able to go sight seeing two weeks later. This is nothing short of a miracle. Today I remain extremely well and am so grateful to Dr. Nelson on a daily basis. It is impossible to describe to someone how it feels to be able to get up and welcome a new day as a happy, healthy person again! I NEVER dreamt it was even a possibility!
I could never praise or thank Dr. Nelson enough. He is a true miracle worker. There are Doctors and there are Doctors who are Healers. Dr. Nelson is a Healer. I am so grateful that he was put in my life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart Dr. Nelson!"
Gratefully yours,
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