Some victims die at the hands of pHARMa, and their stories are never told. Some victims survive, or their surviving families are forced to be quiet about what went on, through the miracle of the modern legal system, where hushing is the name of the game, and talking can get you in trouble. Such is not the case with Indiana Delahunty. Her story will forever be told.
It is with reverence, sadness and respect I post the following essay on an issue close to my heart - the life, and death of the daughter of my friends. Indiana Delahunty was killed by the antidepressant Effexor. Her mother was given the drug by a careless doctor who swore it wouldn’t get to the baby. As we have all learned from her story, that was the farthest thing from the truth. Here is a video, and an article I wrote about baby Indi, explaining what happened.
https://uniteforlife.wordpress.com/2009/04/02/mother-speaks-out-effexor-sids-and-the-mothers-act/
Anyone who pays attention to this story should beware. Pharmaceutical companies may be "here to help" but that does not mean that everything they offer you is benign. The campaign to drug America's mothers is not a passing conspiracy that will die out as the people come to be healed from the miracles of pHARMa. Rather, the campaign to drug the world must and will include America's mothers at the expense of the lives of many, and for the profit of but a few.
While seated in the office for my OB checkup a couple of years ago, a long-haired blonde in a tight suit skirt and jacket walked in with her rolling suitcase. Every time that this has happened to me in the past 13 years, I've listened and watched as I sat idly, unable to do anything to stop what was going to take place, aside from covertly snap a few photos and attempt to warn others on social media. This time, I heard her walk up to the desk and begin the sales pitch with my doctor's front desk help.
"Whatcha got this time?" the lady at the counter asked.
"Oh, you know, a new stool softener, some prenatal vitamin samples, and new depression meds."
"What pregnancy category?"
"C."
"I'll have to ask him if he has time... he has a lot of patients today."
The pHARMa rep sat down nervously as her boss sat there briefing her on what to do. As she got ready to step inside ahead of all the patients she became visibly nervous as though she really wanted to back out. She kept whispering things to her boss and then, obviously unaware that I was listening to her or that anyone in that office might give a tiniest care about what she was about to say, she spoke loudly enough for anyone to hear, though still under a muffled breath.
"What if he asks about the..."
"We have a job to do. You do your job."
"But what about..."
Her boss stopped her short. "Do your job."
She stood there, reluctantly, and gulped down a swallow of air and then mumbled, "Okay."
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For every day and every year that passes, a little more of a pattern of normalcy and routine creeps into my mind and my life than was once the case. The days of lobbying and fighting Congressional bills seem to be ancient history. I become interested in other stories and I strive to shine a light on the important stories of the day. I watch the news feed go by, and I see what others are interested in. These days it's all Human Trafficking, and for good reasons. But for every innocent child who is born, as parents, we hold extreme responsibility to guard our children in every way, some ways, we may not even realize until it is too late.
Each year as my sons' birthdays approach, and come to pass, the birthday and the anniversary of death of Indiana Delahunty, the daughter of my friends, approach, and pass, and the most I can do for my friends is to post on social media that I am sorry for their loss.
We remember Indiana today, those of us who love her family, and we grieve with them.
I first met Christian Delahunty by reading her story on my petition against The MOTHERS Act in 2009. She had lost her daughter a few months before. Nine years have gone by, and my role as a story-teller for this child seems to have seen its better days.
It is with great sadness that each anniversary comes and goes. While I wake up each day and I see the beautiful faces of four of my six children, it's only on certain days I am fortunate enough to see the shining smiles of my oldest two. My oldest one was the real mover and shaker in my life. His birth brought lessons that changed me forever and made me who I am today. http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/x2u50f3
I have come to regret my experience with Zoloft and the ways in which my life was affected by it, and although I learned important things from this experience, I am reminded on days like today how close I could have perhaps been to the brink of losing my child, or myself. Family is everything, and it's the only thing that matters.
Nothing is more precious than a new life, and life must be protected. For those without a voice who are gone too soon, I hope and pray that their souls are at peace, or that they are helping the future from the other side, as new mysteries unspoken and unexplained weave themselves together in the lives of many.
The past year has been an awakening for a large number of people. It is this that gives me hope that we will all have a future. If enough people will look at the disasters of the past and share the stories of those who have lost the fight, and never forget or forgive what was done to them at the hands of those who so willingly, or even reluctantly, cost those lives, then the future can continue to unfold with the trajectory towards peace.
The past is a painful memory for some, but there are lessons to share. It is in these lessons we find our common humanity, and our true soulfulness, and it's where we can see the need to unite like never before. Indiana Star Delahunty came into this world for a reason. Her parents inscribed her tombstone with the following:
“My life is my message.”
Each year, I attempt to honor her in some way, but this year I pray that the message of her life can gain a new hold in the minds of many. The grip of pHARMa on this world has grown too strong, and it’s the children who are paying the highest price. These children are innocent, they are helpless, and they are depending on us. They are also the future of humanity, and will become our future, and all that we will ever leave behind. It’s up to us to help them, and one day, they’ll be helping us as we say goodbye and their tomorrows replace our yesterdays.
For background on the fight to bring awareness to issues of antidepressants, psychiatric drugs, and screening of mothers-to-be, new mothers, and women of childbearing age, please see the following videos and articles:
In Memory of Effexor Baby Matthew Schultz
In Memory of the Roberts Family (Zoloft Murder-Suicide)
Cross posted:
http://www.readwipedandblew.com/2017/09/14/children-true-forgotten-victims-big-pharma/