“Today, Zeda still breathes through her trach and eats with a tube. She lives her life in a hospital bed in our living room, mostly non-responsive, with round the clock care and daily nursing visits.”
(PR LOG) Nov 16, 2010 – Amy Castelbery Pingle, Indiana: When one thinks of vaccine injuries, they normally think of the person who received the vaccine. This is not the whold story. Vaccine injuries impact family, friends, and everyone around the person sho actually got the shot. Consider this story of a single mother with four children, one of whom was completely disabled after receiving Gardasil. This mother watched her daughter change from the girl in the first photo, to the girl in the second and worse. Please take time to read the story in her own words.
I am a single mother of four children, 2 boys and 2 girls. We live in Lake Station, Indiana. Before my oldest daughter Zeda got sick, we had a normal life. I worked a full-time job. 13 year old Zeda was a cheerleader and straight A student. She was also a big help to me with my other children.
I have always done my best to keep my kids healthy. I had them get their wellness check-ups and they always got whatever vaccines the doctor suggested. All my kids were completely healthy, other than the simple colds here and there. Completely healthy, that is, until it was time for Zeda’s well visit on November 5th, 2008. And then her life, as she knew it, completely changed along with the rest of our family.
Zeda’s pediatrician suggested the Human Papillomavirus (HPV) or, as I know it now, the Gardasil vaccine. I thought “OK, this is what I am supposed to do to keep her healthy.” My doctor said to do it and so we did it. I knew absolutely nothing about the vaccine, other than it was for girls her age. I was not told of any side effects, other than the potential for soreness around the injection site.
A week after Zeda got the shot, she started to complain here and there, of a headache and of feeling sick to her stomach. Perhaps like some of your own daughters at her age, Zeda was a Drama Queen. So when she would tell me these things, I would tell her to lie down, murmur to her that she had probably had a long day, or I would give her some Tylenol. It never would have occurred to me that those little signs were red flags. Not until November 28th, 2008, when we were on our way to pick up her little sister from a friend’s house. While in the car, Zeda kept dropping her phone. Suddenly, my son said, “Mom, I think something is wrong with Zeda!” She was crying, she was drooling, and her eyes were not looking right. She looked to me as if she had just had a seizure. I knew this because my brother had seizures. I rushed her to the ER.