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hummingbird-of-light · 10 months

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June of Doom Day 23

23. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

| Poison | Rash | Double Cross |

TW: Munchausen By Adult Proxy Syndrome, Concussion

A/N: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

"Mr. Scott? Mr. Scott, can you hear me?"

Only slowly did Montgomery Scott manage to open his eyes. He blinked in confusion, but his vision didn't get any clearer.

"Look at me, Mr. Scott. How many fingers am I holding up?"

Scotty felt his eyes dance back and forth as they tried to focus on the hand that was in front of his face.

Where the heck was he? Why was everything moving? And who was that man talking to him?

"Um... f-four?"

He couldn't answer the question for sure. He was still terribly dizzy.

"Not quite, but close. Christine, get an IV ready. We need to get Mr. Scott's circulation to work properly again."

Christine? Who was Christine? Scotty looked around, slowly realizing where he was. And yet, the male voice that spoke all the while gave him confirmation.

"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Scott. You're in good hands. We'll get you to the hospital."

Hospital? Why would he need to go to the hospital?

"What... what happened?"

He didn't really remember. He only remembered that he had been at home.

"You fell off the ladder in the garden. Your neighbor Mr. Sulu saw it by chance and called us immediately."

Oh yeah... right. Scotty had wanted to clean the gutters. If he couldn't work due to illness, he wanted to at least get some chores done around the house. He had been feeling much better, but suddenly he had started to feel dizzy again. And then... there was nothing. No more memories.

He must have lost consciousness.

And now he was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Immediately his thoughts wandered to a person who must be worried.

"I... my husband... I have to inform my husband."

He tried to sit up, but was immediately pushed back gently.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stay down. You have a concussion. To which extent isn't clear yet, but you definitely can't move for now."

At last the double vision disappeared and Scott eyed the doctor in front of him. A dark-haired man with bluish eyes. He looked serious but friendly.

"I'm sure your neighbor will inform your partner and I'm quite certain that he'll visit you in the hospital soon enough."

A queasy feeling came over the Scotsman at the thought. What would Khan, who didn't like doctors and hospitals at all, say to that?

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"Oh my god, Monty. What happened?"

He had just fallen asleep in the bed they had put him in when the sound of the door opening jolted him awake.

"Khan."

His husband was beside him within seconds and immediately stroked his cheek reassuringly. Worry lines stood on the man's forehead.

"I... I was going to clean the gutter, but.... then I got dizzy again and I guess I fell down. The doctor says I have a concussion."

Before Scotty had been taken to the room, they had run some tests on him, including a blood test. The results were still being processed, but Dr. McCoy - the doctor who had already taken care of him in the ambulance - had said he would be in touch soon.

"Why were you outside? You're supposed to be sick and resting."

Khan's voice sounded almost accusatory, and Scotty immediately felt ashamed.

"Aye. But... I've felt better. And I didn't want to just lie around uselessly while ye worked for our living."

For so long, he'd been home. They had moved to the U.S. two months ago, but no sooner had Scotty received his green card than he had fallen ill. Khan was taking loving care of him, in addition to his regular work, but every time Scotty was reasonably well and wanted to start working again, his condition worsened again.

It was always the same. And Scott just couldn't take it anymore.

"Monty, you're not useless. And if I didn't have you... what would become of me?"

Khan pressed a tender kiss to Scotty's cheek before pulling something out of the bag he was carrying.

"Here. I brought you your tea. It always helps with dizziness, doesn't it?"

Aye. The tea Khan had brought him back from one of his business trips could really work wonders.

Quickly, Khan opened the thermos and poured some tea into the cap. With shaking hands, Scott reached for the drink. He was still a little unsteady in his movements.

"Hold on. I'll do it."

Scotty nodded gratefully as Khan held the cap to his mouth and helped him drink.

"Thank ye. That feels good," he sighed in relief after taking a few sips.

"Anything for you."

Khan gently ran his hand through Scotty's hair, but looked over his shoulder as the door opened.

Dr. McCoy entered the room. His expression didn't say much and his gaze was absorbed in a file.

"How are you, Mr. Sco-" He stopped when he saw the other man sitting next to the bed. Quickly, Khan got to his feet.

"Hello, doctor. I... am the husband. Khan Singh."

Dr. McCoy eyed the hand offered to him critically, but finally accepted it and shook it.

"Dr. McCoy. I wonder if you could explain to me why your husband is out on a ladder when he's having dizzy spells?"

Scotty could see Khan's face darken. He just didn't like doctors. Still, he tried to keep a smile.

"Monty said he was feeling better already. And I wasn't home. But I promise you, I'll pay better attention from now on."

Dr. McCoy looked from one person present to the other, one eyebrow raised.

"Why didn't you see a doctor before?"

Almost protectively, Khan stepped closer to his husband's bedside.

"Well... we don't think very highly of regular medicine. In my experience, doctors usually do more damage to you than they do to fix things."

The doctor just nodded before his gaze fell on the thermos, which by now was sitting on the bedside table.

"Oh really? You... tend to prefer... alternative medicine?"

Khan held the doctor's gaze and Scotty almost shuddered. What was going on here? Something was very wrong.

"Indeed, doctor. This tea is helping my husband recover. I got it from a South American tribe."

Through one of the room's not-quite-closed window panes, Scotty spotted something that startled him greatly.

Police men. What were the police doing here in front of his room?

Khan seemed to have noticed it too, because he stepped even closer to Scotty.

"Why don't we continue this conversation outside? We don't want to stress your husband unnecessarily, do we?"

The doctor's voice sounded almost threatening. Scotty grabbed Khan's arm, looking uncertainly from one man to the other.

"M-mo ghràdh?"

But Khan didn't look at him at first. His gaze lingered on Dr. McCoy before slowly turning to Scotty.

"Whatever this man is going to tell you, don't believe a word he says. I love you, Monty. And I'm the only one who can help you get better."

Scotty could only watch helplessly as Khan left the room with Dr. McCoy. His beloved husband, who always took care of him, was ripped from his life. Just because he had had a stupid accident.

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A little later Scotty learned what was going on. Apparently, traces of a poison had been found in his blood that had been fed to him over a long period of time. Since Dr. McCoy had already seen similar cases and was familiar with the substance, he had immediately informed the police to be on the safe side.

Munchausen by proxy syndrome. In most cases it was mothers who deliberately made their children ill in order to then act as loving saviors. But in the rare case of Munchausen by adult proxy syndrome, it was also adults who poisoned their partners.

It was a mental illness. An illness that would have eventually took Scotty's life if he hadn't had that accident and that doctor.

#juneofdoom #june of doom #day 23 #whump #whump challenge #how many fingers am i holding up #poison #star trek #montgomery scott #khan noonien singh #khan/scotty #dr. leonard mccoy #christine chapel #munchausenbyproxy

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the-whumper-takes-it-all · 9 months

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~ Prompt 3 ~

Munchausen By (Adult) Proxy Syndrome

Whumper loves Whumpee and to ensure that Whumpee stays with them, they secretly poison them with meds/mild poison and then take loving care of them. Will Whumpee (or Caretaker) find out about everything? Will Whumper eventually take it too far? You decide.

#whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumper #whumpee #caretaker #munchausenbyproxy #munchausen by adult proxy

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buggingme · 2 months

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Factitious Disorder - An overview

N Percent

Gender Male 176 34.2 Female 336 65.4 Marital status Unmarried 62 30.4 Married 97 47.5 Separated/divorced/widowed 45 22.0 Age (years) Total mean 33.5 Male 35 Female 32.8 Total range 18–73 Male range 19–67 Female range 18–73 Comorbid psychopathology 239 46.5 Occupation Health care profession 113 22.0 Others 94 18.3

During hospitalization, 65.8% of patients got a psychiatric consultation. The remaining 34.2% of patients refused or did not have the consultation.

Among the factors considered to be relevant to diagnose these disorders, the exclusion of other organic or psychiatric causes is the most represented, observed in 91.1% of cases.

An atypical presentation is another key issue (89.3%), which implies that the patient’s symptoms or the clinical course of the presumed condition is unusual, sometimes associated with incongruous instrumental findings. In some cases, it is also possible to observe an exacerbation of the symptoms in the presence of the medical staff or, on the contrary, in the absence of any witnesses.

Another important parameter is patient’s unusual behavior (86.2%), followed by treatment failure and/or high disease recurrence (83.7%).

The demographic profile of the sample shows a prevalence of female. The data support the hypothesis of several case reports and reviews that FD occur mainly in women.3,9,10 However, other studies published in the literature show a clear prevalence in male gender. This illusory disagreement finds an explanation in Freyberger’s words, who asserts that there is a prevalence of men in clinical trials for Munchausen Syndrome, while the women are most common in the classic form of FD with a ratio of 3:1.11

A disorder in which one pretends to be sick, by self-injury or making themselves sick.

Therapy

Psychotherapy:To help the patient recognise and acknowledge the problem. Also helps them learn coping skills.

Cognitive behaviour therapy:To bring changes in the person’s thinking and behaviour.

Medication

Antidepressants: To treat the associated depression.

Sertraline . Citalopram

Antianxiety drugs: To treat the associated anxiety.

Lorazepam . Diazepam

Rare (Fewer than 10,000 cases per year in Australia)

Treatments can help manage condition, no known cure

Doesn't require lab test or imaging

Can last several years or be lifelong

Common for ages 20-40

Symptoms of factitious disorder include:

Exaggeration of symptoms

Faking symptoms; inconsistencies in the symptoms reported

Dramatic presentation

Presence of symptoms only while being observed

Willingness and eagerness to have diagnostic tests or other procedures

Long medical records of multiple admissions to different hospitals

Reluctance by the patient to allow interaction of doctors with family members

Having a vast knowledge of the diseases one claims to have

Many surgical scars

Self-harm for example by injecting oneself with bacteria or gasoline

Tampering diagnostic results e.g., by heating a thermometer

Causes

The exact cause is unknown but it is attributed to psychological factors.

Risk factors for developing the disorder include:

Depression

Low self-esteem

Child abuse

History of illnesses that required hospitalisation

Personality disorders

Desire to be a healthcare professional

Loss of a loved one

#factitious disorder #munchausenbyproxy #disorder #actually mentally ill #self sabotage #mental instability #awareness

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ausetkmt · 11 months

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A Washington state mother was charged last week with assault of a child after it was discovered that her daughter was receiving excessive medical treatment for unverified conditions.

Sophie Hartman of the Seattle suburb of Renton, Washington, who is white, adopted two Black children from Zambia where she worked as a missionary, according to court documents obtained by Atlanta Black Star. The children were removed from her home on March 17, 2021. One of Hartman’s daughters was held at a hospital, and doctors at the medical center informed authorities of the child’s “suspicious medical history.”

Hartman carried her 6-year-old daughter to an estimated 500 medical appointments over the span of about five years, according to charging documents filed on May 24. Doctors said that as a result, she has received an “unnecessary medical procedure,” as well as a surgically implanted feeding tube, with a cecostomy tube, to flush out the intestines. Though doctors advised against it, the young girl was also committed to a wheelchair and wore leg braces at least as early as 2016, court documents said.

In 2018, Make-a-Wish granted the child a wish. In a video sent to the foundation, Hartman explained that her daughter had Alternating Hemiplegia of Childhood (AHC), a disease she said could cause her child to become paralyzed at any time.

“She can lose the ability to talk and go into all different types of seizures and have extreme pain. It’s really tough,” Hartman said in the video.

The 31-year-old mother also said that even the “best pediatric specialists” have no idea what to do, and that “…she needs access to oxygen because her breathing shallows and slows; she depends on her feeding tube when she’s unable to eat.”

Medical providers informed detectives that they did diagnose Hartman’s daughter with AHC, but only based on the symptom details that Hartman provided — symptoms that were only witnessed by her, according to search warrants.

A Seattle Children’s Hospital physician advised detectives that according to medical findings, it was likely that the child was not afflicted with the disease.

In 2019, “a group of (redacted) specialists and providers at Seattle Children’s Hospital” requested consultation of the Safe Child and Adolescent Network (SCAN) due to alarm concerning “a pattern of parental requests for increasingly invasive procedures based upon undocumented signs and symptoms reported by the parent,” read investigative reports.

A report warning of the risk to the child was “co-authored by four medical professionals of the child’s care team,” and was “reviewed and signed by the medical director for Seattle Children’s Hospital.”

“This situation is a case of medical child abuse … ” said the report. “It is not necessary to know the possible motivation of a caregiver, only the outcome of the behavior. It is my concern that this pattern has resulted in unnecessary medical testing, medication, procedures, surgeries and debility of this child.”

In February 2021, the report was sent to the Washington State Department of Children, Youth, and Families. The Renton Police Department was contacted, and commenced their investigation.

Detectives also discovered diary entries written by Hartman, in which she allegedly described several instances in which she lied about having various diseases, such as meningitis and mono, in her youth, said court documents. Detectives noted that in one entry Hartman allegedly transcribed, “when it comes to suffering, I am a compulsive liar/exaggerator.”

Hartman penned an account of her work in Africa in a book that she said initiated her decision to adopt, reported The Independent. She received a flurry of interest once she publicly revealed the youngest daughter was diagnosed with AHC, and A GoFundMe page was established for a wheelchair.

The child’s various procedures date back to 2016, according to court documents. They also revealed that Hartman allegedly searched for “cochlear implants Black child,” “how to get paid to take care of a member of the family with a disability,” “making a pretend model of hearing aid,” and “funeral songs” on her iPad and iPhone.

In March, the child was taken from the care of her mother and monitored for 16 days at a local hospital, according to investigators.

“At no point during her admission were there any findings or reported symptoms to support any of her prior diagnoses. All the available evidence obtained during the course of her admission suggests (redacted) is a health young 6-year-old,” said court documents. Within the two week stay at the hospital, the child was able to eat and drink on her own, run and walk without the use of any aids and “demonstrated no need for a wheelchair”

Hartman was charged with second-degree assault of a child and second-degree attempted assault of a child. The state requested her bail be at $100,000 based on the defendant’s likelihood to commit a violent offense and interview with the administration of justice.

Hartman’s attorneys released a statement asserting that the charges “are based on false statements and misrepresentations of the medical record by a doctor at Seattle Children’s Hospital who has never seen the child or spoken with Ms. Hartman.”

In addition, they vouched for the legitimacy of the daughter’s illness, writing, “Contrary to the allegations of the King County Prosecuting Attorney, the child’s diagnosis was made by more than one doctor, is legitimate, and is based on a substantial record beyond the reports and information provided by Ms. Hartman.”

“That record includes independent medical examinations by multiple doctors, direct observation of the child by doctors and nurses at Duke and at Seattle Children’s Hospital, standardized testing results, videotapes of the child’s symptoms, MRI, EEG and other diagnostic tests. The King County Prosecuting Attorney has the medical records from Duke as well as records from Seattle Children’s Hospital amply supporting the diagnosis and the consistent reports of Ms. Hartman,” the statement read.

“Sophie Hartman is the mother of a young child with a rare neurological condition diagnosed and treated by doctors at Duke University Medical Center. … Ms. Hartman is innocent of these charges.”

Representatives of the Make-A-Wish Foundation released a statement soon after news broke of the investigation. “We are deeply saddened and dismayed to learn about the alleged child abuse case involving one of our former wish families,” read a statement provided to Q13 FOX. “This is a very serious allegation and any threat to the well-being of a child is not in alignment with the child-centered focus of our mission. We hope this matter is quickly remedied in the best interest of the child.”

#seattle #white supremacist #munchausenbyproxy #Black Children Matter #Protect Black Children #trans racial adoptions #child abuse #Black Lives Matter

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shoujoboy-restart · 6 months

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Besides how desperate and false equivalent it is for conservatives to claim trans children with supportive parents are equal to munchausen by proxy syndrome ad how they use it to brig out hysteria within people, Is not really like any of their policies actually impede much of the actual abuse of Munchausen by Proxy to happen.

Really? teachers having to report everysingle personality change within a child's life, their inner circle and being personally monitored when it comes to their bodily autonomy back their parents first and foremost...would have saved the likes of Gypsy Rose? yall genuinely believe that?

#munchausenbyproxy #discourse #trans discourse

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savelonkar · 1 year

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CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER

Jesus said the truth will set you free. It’s time for me to speak my truth. I’m hoping one day it will set me free. All I want is peace in this life: peace of mind, peace in interactions, peace in relationships. Unfortunately, all my ex wants is war.

You see, we were together for 20 years. We built a life together and raised six kids. It was never easy. Did we struggle from time to time? Certainly, as would any couple. But in 2016, it all went downhill from there. That was the year she conjured up the fake cancer. Yup, you read that right.

CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER

Around the time Cherrie turned 35, I was already 41-ish, and had personally started going to the doctor to get the routine checkups you would as an aging individual. Cherrie had never really done the same, so I suggested she see the breast doctor since she was 35 and all. The first time she went for a check-up, or boob-smashing, she informed the breast doctor that her father had cancer years ago. The next appointment, I went along with Cherrie. At the time, I was working full-time, as I was always the sole provider, and I was teaching and working through my email during the appointment. After all, this was just a checkup, right? During the appointment, the doctor asked if anyone else in Cherrie’s family had gotten cancer as of late, and it just so happened that her aunt Carol, her mother’s sister, had breast cancer pretty recently. When the doctor heard that, she left the room for a few minutes, then came back. When she returned, she told Cherrie she would now need a double mastectomy. I admit I was half-listening when she said that. I was shocked, and like, “Can we get a second opinion?” The doctor explained that this was a preventative measure, based on an algorithm, and insurance companies started approving of this procedure, as it saves them money in the long run. Angelina Jolie was one that many will remember having done this same thing. When we went home, I started looking up other alternatives. I told Cherrie she should see another doctor, get another opinion, look at other options. Why did she have to do ANYTHING? There is NO CANCER. Plus, we were up to six kids at that time. Our littlest guy was just nine months old, and breastfeeding. Cherrie talked to family and friends, and then went full-tilt on doing the double mastectomy. She started a Facebook “tribe” to catalog her story, she started “Cherrie’s tribe” on Facebook, and started gathering followers, to follow her pseudo cancer story.

She died her hair purple, an FU to the pink that represents breast cancer. She got others to wear purple to support. A few weeks later, in February, she gathered myself and a few friends, and she was singing and dancing and rapping all the way to the operating room. She fist-pumped to the Australian Sia/David Guetta’s Titanium. I really did not have much time to process all of this. With everything that was happening, we also had six kids, ranging from less than a year, all the way to eight years of age. All I really understood was that Cherrie was steadfast through this whole thing.

Three or four hours into Cherrie’s double mastectomy, Dr. K, the breast surgeon, came out and found me. I was grading a bunch of classes to pass the time. “Good news!” “We did not find any cancer.” “I know,” I said to myself, relieved but then again, there was NEVER any signs of CANCER. Check this actual post from her good friend that was at the hospital at that time:

UPDATE: first portion of the surgery (the bi-lateral mastectomy) is complete and "went off without a hitch" and everything looked good. The breast surgeon is “fairly certain pathology on the breast tissue will come back benign". Since Cherrie had no active cancer and the suspicious lymph node appears to have been only an infection as it shrunk back to normal size (cancerous lymph nodes do not do that without help) there is a 1-3% chance of anything showing up. Pathology results will be back Monday. They did not do a node biopsy or sentinel node biopsy as the node is normal, it is just standard procedure to send the breast tissue to pathology. The plastic surgeon is doing her portion now (placing the expanders) and should be done in the next 2 hours.

Read that again. That was the truth.

Four hours later, Cherrie was boob-free. For the greater part of the next two years, as Cherrie lie there healing and posting about her story on the “tribe” page, the majority of the days and nights at home, I became the kids’ father and mother all wrapped up in one. Our littlest child was not even a year old when she had the big surgery, so he had to stop breastfeeding, and he could not even go onto his mommy’s lap (due to all the surgeries and incisions) for a couple of months. Every few months, her body would not react well to its healing, there’d be an infection, the list goes on, and she would have to go in for more surgeries (first to heal something that was not healing correctly, and eventually for reconstruction). When the same breast surgeon went in there at the end of April, they called it a bilateral necrosis and unilateral infection. Dead tissue was removed, and the infection was cleaned.

Fast forward to today, I combed through Cherrie’s Tribe page, because I really wasn’t sure where the fake cancer story started, when she went from saying there was no cancer, to saying she was a cancer survivor. But I can bet that Cherrie knew where this story was going even before she got to the hospital for that first surgery. It was primed and fluffed to be a well-scripted string of half-truths and lies.

You see, Cherrie has this weird thing. She takes bits and pieces of other peoples’ stories, or she crafts her own stories to garner attention or favor or money, and then she morphs them into what she says is her own story. You know that lady that made up crap about her daughter Gypsy Rose? Well, Cherrie makes up crap about her own conditions and diagnoses. I would not figure all of this out until after we had split, years later.

Let me give you an example. Over the years, Cherrie said she had 11 miscarriages. That’s right, she said she had 11 miscarriages with me. More often than not, I would get a call while at work, and she would tell me she “lost the baby.” I grieved hard every fricking time. There was only one time I remember going to the doctor, during one of our “pregnancies,” and then they told us that we no longer had a baby. There was one time, we had to do a D&C (Dilation and Curettage), and that really happened. But all the others, like the other 9? Who knows if they ever happened. You know, Cherrie was engaged to a guy that was already married, before I was in the picture, back in 2000-2001. He had an apartment with Cherrie, while his wife and their babies lived in a neighboring suburb. To throw the scent off, Cherrie’s then “fiancé” informed his actual wife that he just had a crashpad w/Cherrie, as they were flight attendants together. He also said that Cherrie contracted HIV at a very young age due to all the blood transfusions she had as a child. The actual wife grew suspicious, as her husband had many late night/early morning phone calls with Cherrie. There was one phone call she overheard, when her husband was speaking to Cherrie, he said, “Everything is gonna be alright, as long as I continue to get sympathy from my wife.” Back in 2001, Cherrie went with her mother and her “fiancé” and bought an engagement ring/wedding band set. The rings cost her mother $5500. The "fiance" that was already married, to his college sweetheart. His actual wife had a baby in 2000, they had another baby in 2002. Cherrie and her "fiancé" were together in 2001. Cherrie told me that she got pregnant with his baby, too, and then lost it. Who knows if that ever happened.

Back to the “cancer.”

Here’s the thing, she NEVER HAD CANCER. It was all a lie. She started fabricating the “cancer story” immediately after she came home from her double mastectomy. Like IMMEDIATELY, like the day or two after she was able to come home. March 1st, 2016, to be exact. She became my ghost writer, and put a bunch of loving husband posts and fictitious information about her surgery and her recovery. She did this for two entire years! When you look through the Cherrie’s Tribe page on Facebook, I’ll bet like 1-2% of the posts “by me” were actually written by me. In fact, when Cherrie was in the hospital (the first time, February 2016), she asked for my Facebook login and password. This was all a setup, one that helped her gain followers to follow her FAKE CANCER story. While she was healing, she was on lots of drugs, pain meds and such. She sat their like a vegetable many days, sat their in a very nice big electronic lounge chair that one of her friends purchased with their bingo or knitting club money. We had a Meal Train on and off for like two years, and since we did not have any relatives here in Arizona, sometimes relatives would come to visit. “What can I do to help?” they all asked me. I told them that I would take care of all the six kids, and their best efforts were to stay by Cherrie’s side, make sure she is taking her pain meds, and be there for her. By the time I would get to bed, I would be absolutely beat, from working all day, and running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to create some normalcy with the daily routine for our kids in an abnormal situation. Once Cherrie was “healed,” she started taking girlfriend trips immediately, to celebrate her “beating cancer.” It was all a lie, one that she used to broadcast a fake condition, and one that helped her grow socially to grandiose proportions. After all, who wouldn’t love a super mom with six kids that fought and beat cancer? Cherrie then told me that, given her “near death” experience, that she changed and I didn’t. When did I have time to “change?” She never had cancer, and I had to run my ass off and play along with her fakedom, taking care of six kids while working a full-time job, going to college, and teaching classes at the university.

Cherrie then used her newfound notoriety to start what is now her thriving business, that serves the special needs and foster/adopt population. The thing is, she NEVER HAD CANCER. Yet that one truth, or in her case, that one LIE, is what she built a million dollar business on.

Seriously, do you have any relatives that fake things like cancer? I have a cousin that once brought a baby that was not hers to a Christmas gathering, and I thought that was the lowest thing ever. But to fake CANCER? One more thing I have to say about that. In 2016, one of my closest colleagues Dave got diagnosed with cancer, and slowly deteriorated over the next two years till he died from his disease. When he was finished with chemo, as his body could not take anymore, he gave his bell that he got at his final chemo treatment to me, to give to Cherrie. He thought it might help her gather strength to beat it. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, as my life was busy covering up this gargantuan lie. So, I brought it home and gave her this gift. Shortly after my dear friend Dave died, I asked Cherrie if I could give the bell back to Dave’s widow. Her response was, “Well, it WAS a GIFT to ME.” And she wasn’t having it. To this day, you will find Dave’s bell sitting like an unearned trophy in her bedroom, for all to see.

CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER.

The late Archbishop Desmond Tutu once said, “There is justice, and there is injustice. There is no in-between.” The last few years, I have experienced many injustices. I have cried more in the past two years than I ever have in my entire life. Life is not meant to be this hard. My life is supposed to be MY LIFE. It’s time to start shouting the truth from the rooftops. She’s the Facebook life. I’m the real life.

I’ve already lost almost two years here with my kids. Every time I think my life cannot get any worse, it does. When will this pain and heartache end? When will I be able to see my kids, back to the 50/50 it stated in our divorce decree from two years ago?

From September through December, Cherrie had other people in her life drop our kids off at the “transfer.” She “showed up” for the first time in 4 months to “transfer” our kids at the police station on Christmas Eve. She called the cops. They wished me a Merry Christmas, then asked her to leave. I took five of my kids to Phoenix to feed the homeless in their camps at 10th/12th and Roosevelt. Now, for my 48th birthday, I must go get fingerprinted, because she is saying I violated some order or process. We’ve been divorced for almost two years now. All I want is peace. All she wants is war. You would think after spending 20 years together, there would be some level of human decency. It’ll make a great book/documentary/movie, I guess. Merry Christmas and Happy Bday to me.

CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER.

If you'd like to find out more, keep an eye on this blog. I also have a GoFundMe. Do not feel obligated to fund me, but do feel obligated to support me, in mind and spirit, as I am in the fight for my life and for my rights as a father. I welcome your support.

#army veteran #parentalalienation #fathersmatter #fathersrights #truthmatters #munchausen #munchausenbyproxy

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