This October, Mississippi Parents for Vaccine Rights is sharing stories of Mississippi's children who have had vaccine reactions and injuries.
MPVR is committed to the truth. It seems the mainstream media, medical establishment, and government are persistently presenting stories that sell vaccines, while most parents don't hear the stories that warn us to be careful when vaccinating our children.
With deep appreciation to Ronnie and Jennifer Prine for sharing the painful account of their son's life, and in honor of their precious son, Eric Prine, please hear...
A Bright Beginning
Jennifer and I met in 1982 at a game room in Lucedale, Mississippi. It was love at first sight and on Dec. 15, 1984, we were married.
I was a waiter at a resturant in and Jennifer was going to nursing school. We wanted children, but we needed a house first. Six months after we were married, we were given land by Jennifer's family in Lucedale, Mississippi. In 1987, we finally built our house. Although, when we got married we decided to wait for a few years before we had children, I could not wait. I love kids. I could hear the pitter patter of little feet in the house already.
It tooks months before we finally heard those words we had been waiting for, "You are going to be parents." I was on cloud nine! "We have to get started on a baby's room!" It was one of the happiest days of my life. I sometimes thank God that we cannot see into the future.
Eric arrived on May 17, 1991. He complained loudly about his introduction to the outside world, but he was a healthy baby. He soon proved to be a very easy baby with a cheerful disposition. He developed right on schedule.
The Nightmare Begins
We loved our son, so we listened to the doctors who told us that he needed to be vaccinated. My wife was a nurse, so we didn't even think to question whether this was best or not. He was six months old, so it was time to start getting his shots.
Within hours of his DPT shot, our sweet, cheerful baby disappeared. He was replaced with a fussy baby who cried constantly. A large knot developed where the shot was given. This baby who had been sleeping through the night, no longer slept, but kept on waking up screaming.
I remember the first time he had a seizure in my arms. It was seven days after the vaccine. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went completely stiff. He started turning blue. I feared he was dead. I ran for my wife. She held him, while I drove the car to the hospital. By the time we arrived, he had come out of the seizure and was crying.
The doctors couldn't figure out what had caused the seizure. A spinal tap came up normal. We were sent home the next day without any answers. The specter of Eric seizing in my arms haunted me. He continued to fuss and cry, so we took him back to the doctor. "He has an ear infection," we were told. We were given an antibiotic and returned home.
Eric's next seizure took place in church while Jennifer was giving him a bottle. At first she thought he was choking on the bottle, then she realized he was seizing. She called me, and we met at the local hospital. We were told we would have to take him to a larger facility in Mobile, Alabama. He had 10 seizures during the 35 minute drive.
The Battle Continues
Eric was put on anti-seizure meds. No one could tell us what was causing the seizures. Eric spent a week in ICU. When we headed home, we still had no answers.
The meds stopped the seizures for a month. We were beginning to hope that all would be okay. Then the seizures returned. This time they lasted longer, up to five minutes at a time, and were more frequent.
I cannot describe the helplessness I felt. As I watched each seizure, I wondered how I could survive with my heart intact if it was followed by another one. It felt as though my heart was at the breaking point.
Eric's condition worsened. The doctors couldn't find a seizure medication that Eric would respond to. When the doctor told us that he didn't expect Eric to make it through the night, Jennifer and I turned to the one place we could find comfort. We went to the hospital chapel.
We were both exhausted from days without sleep. It was almost impossible to pray. We wept as Jennifer prayed, "Please, God, if you can't make him well, take him in Your arms to be with You."
I heard a voice behind me ask, "Can I pray with you?"
We said, "Yes." I can't remember the prayer, but I'll never forget the comfort I felt when he said, "Go be with your son. He will be okay." I turned to thank our comforter. No one was there. I have wondered ever since if an Angel had been there with us.
Eric went home with us two days later. I thanked God! We still had no real answers. The best theory the doctor could suggest was that Eric had a brain degenerative disease and a life expectancy of possibly two years. We suspected the vaccine could be connected with his problems. We were told that was impossible. However, as we later learned, it was entirely possible according to the vaccine inserts and the Vaccine Information Sheet that the doctors are required to give the parent at the time of vaccination.
Going home involved learning how to manage the seizures, not that they were gone. Eric had only been home a week before they returned. We had O2 in one hand and suction in the other. The neurologist told us to keep a journal to record Eric's responses to the different seizure meds and doses. We started taking turns staying up all night so we could keep the records. We wondered, "Who would take care of Eric when we were no longer able to?"
While living in Lucedale MS, Eric was hospitalized repeatedly at University of South Alabama in Mobile. It was there that his pediatric neurologist, Dr. Paul Maertens, American Board of Psychiatry and Neurology, Special Qualification in Child Neurology, told us he was certain that the DPT had caused Eric's seizure disorder. This was documented in Eric's medical records and the doctor was willing to testify in court.
A Difficult Life
Having to leave Jennifer alone with Eric so I could go to work was so hard. Some days she would cry as I went out the door. We both knew I had to work to pay the bills, but that didn't make being responsible any easier. I don't know what we would have done if her family hadn't come to help us.
Birthdays were the worst. Each year your child passed another milestone, our agony increased. It wasn't quite so bad when Eric was a year old. He was a baby, and we expected to buy him baby toys. As each year passed, the visit to the toy isle grew more difficult. Other fathers would be there with children begging for this toy or that game. It would twist my heart to realize that my boy would never be able to enjoy the things they were asking for. How do you find a gift for an 18 year old who can barely even recognize that something special is happening? You're aware that your child isn't a baby anymore. How do you find something that recognizes this fact but still is appropriate for your child?
I finally had to let Jennifer go to work, as the stress was just too much to handle staying at home everyday. She's a nurse and because its our only income, she has to give vaccinations. She has to have the patients ASK about the vaccines or she can not say anything to them. That is not informed consent. If you can just imagine after what we have endured with our precious son, what its like for her to have to physically do that. It is mentally and emotionally heartbreaking.
How Vaccines Stole From Us
Vaccine injury has not only stolen Erics life, but it has damaged our lives in many other ways. We even lost our first home.
Our daughter Shelby was born in 2000 and her big brother Eric was first to hold her. Shelby went unvaccinated because of concerns that they would affect her as they did her brother. After losing our house due to mounting medical expenses, we moved to Colorado, away from our families. In Colorado, we were able to obtain a personal belief vaccine exemption for our Shelby so she could attend kindergarten and my wife decided to take a job as a traveling RN. There was no way we would stay in Mississippi and consider risking our daughter's health to vaccines after what they did to Eric. In Mississippi Shelby could not qualify for a medical exemption due to her brother's condition.
We attempted after a time to pursue a case in vaccine court to help with Eric's medical expenses. They told us back when Eric was a baby that a reaction 7 days after vaccination wasn't close enough to prove they caused Eric's reaction. (The vaccine manufacturer's package inserts say encephalopathy -brain inflammation- is a possible reaction as far as 14 days later.) Even though Eric's pediatric neurologist would go on the record and testify for his vaccine injury, we were turned away and unable to file with the Vaccine Injury Compensation Program to help us financially handle Eric's bills. We had missed the statute of limitation of 3 years because we were too busy in the hospital fighting for Eric's life, praying they could just keep him alive, and also because we were misled into thinking the vaccine couldn't possibly be the cause.
The Hope of CBD or Cannibas Oil
Eric was on many seizure medicines as a baby. One that finally stopped the seizures in their tracks was chloral hydrate, which is a medication that is used for children during MRI to help them be still. He had been on it for 21 years when the FDA decided to take it off the market. This was scary to us because we had no other drug to stop the seizures. So I started looking for something to stop the seizures and found CBD oil, or cannibas. The day the FDA pulled the only drug that worked for Eric we started him on CBD.
On CBD oil Eric went 3 months without seizures. My wife and I were amazed. So to parents out there, I want to tell you to never give up! I loved my son so much I was willing to give my life for him and that is what I did. My wife did the same. No matter what the doctors tell you, you are the parent. You should have the last and first say in your children's care. I believe that was why Eric lived as long as he did.
What Eric Taught Us
As parents we would do anything in this world for our children. I tried all I could to fix Eric, but then I saw it wasn't him that needed fixing, it was us. He was an angel sent to us to care for and show the world that we are to never take one day for granted, and that the kind of house we live in doesn't matter. We are to love each other for who we are.
My wife Jennifer and I thank you for remembering what Eric went through so that others can be made aware of the risks and failures of vaccines for the sake of our children. Please continue sharing Eric's story and spread it around the world. Please don't let his life be in vain.
Ronnie and Jennifer Prine, and Shelby