Back from the brink.
And it’s good to be back. The day after my previous post, both his digestive issues and his behavior took a sudden change for the better. Obviously, I don’t believe the two to be unrelated. It’s rare that I succumb to doubt and self-pity, and I always look back on posts like the one from May 3rd with a vague sense of embarrassment.
I don’t know if it was one of our interventions or him getting over the same stomach bug María José had (I ended up getting it as well), but at some point his poops solidified, his mood brightened, and he just seemed to be with us again.
One thing’s for sure; this chelator is powerful stuff. It hasn’t been all good since his turnaround, either. The rigid behavior when lining things up (as described in my last post) remains. On Friday at speech therapy, he had a total meltdown from which he didn’t recover, bringing both mom and therapist to tears.
No major events happened over the weekend, though. And when Monday came, and María José proceeded cautiously up the steps to Rubén’s next therapy appointment, an obvious nervousness was tangible in both herself and Carol (our speechie). This trepidation turned out to be completely unnecessary; he proceeded to have one of his best sessions ever. And then my wife comes home today lamenting how terribly things had gone with the occupational therapist.
This is the dance of detoxification. Get some metal out, and his behavior improves. Detoxify too quickly, and he crashes. Remember to provide lots of liver support to help the process. Oh, and don’t forget to keep his minerals up, lest they get too depleted. Watch out for yeast, too.
Despite the setbacks, we’ve seen glimmers this week of