Kryptonite and Super Heros

Mold is my Kryptonite. Think of how much it hurts Superman to be around kryptonite. It makes him weak instantly, his head hurts, he gets dizzy, the room spins, his eyes can’t handle the light, he feels sick to his stomach. He is so effected that within seconds, he is so weak and disoriented that he can not even muster the energy to crawl away from the poison.

Mold does the same thing to me, instantly. We are talking within a few minutes of being in a highly infested area or in a room where the spores are airborn and I get weak, my head hurts, I get dizzy, the room spins, my eyes can’t handle the light, I feel sick to my stomach and I get disoriented. Within minutes, I’m sitting in the chair like a dying superman unable to even muster the energy to get up and walk away from my poison.

Mold is a poison. It releases mycotoxins that slowly poison your body, you can read about them in other posts.

What do you do when your kryptonite has kicked your ass?

You pray.

And God sends Captain America to come save you.

People who are suffering from toxic mold poisoning need a cheerleader, they need a Superhero to come alongside them, pick them up, move them to safety, to save them. They are too weak to muster up the courage to leave their home, to pack their belongings to get themselves to a doctor. They need a friend.

When I was so sick, I would cry because the thought of driving ten miles to see my doctor in my yoga pants was overwhelming and daunting. If you have not been there, you do not understand. The world (or mold) is crushing you. I was so exhausted with things like adrenal fatigue (which I really had, but it was the mold causing it) that I had to sit down in the shower. I didn’t have the energy to stand for ten min. I would sit in the shower and just cry. I called it “cry tired”. So tired I couldn’t think and all I did was cry.

(If you are reading this and this is you, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Today I work a full-time job as a news reporter and another part-time job and I’m and officer in the local Christian Motorcycle Association. I’m feeling sooo much better!)

I prayed for God to save me. God sent me Nate.

My husband, Nate is my superhero. Without him, I would not be here today. I know it. I feel it. I was dying and I knew it. I had watched my mother die of cancer and I exhibited a lot of the same symptoms. I think sometimes a person can just tell in their soul when their body is on that steep of a slide. I was dying and God saved me. He sent me a Superhero, a friend, to help me, when I was too weak to help myself.

It was my husband who took me to doctor after doctor even driving to other states.

It was my husband who would make sure I ate something every day, even when I didn’t feel like it.

It was my husband who felt God’s prompting and encouraged me to go to work even though the thought of leaving the house was daunting. (This turned out to be a good thing, it got me out of the house for 8 hours a day and away from the mold)

It was my husband who ripped our farm house apart, down to the studs, spending weeks scrubbing black mold from our home.

It was my husband who moved me to his parents house to safety.

It was my husband who set up appointments to look for a new house.

It was my husband who got a bank loan to buy a new house.

It was my husband who moved us to town to a cleaner house.

It was my husband cheering me on when I was cry tired and thought I couldn’t do one more day.

It was my husband who bought me ice cream even though I was on a no sugar diet just to make me feel better.

It was my husband who held me as I cried myself to sleep.

It was my husband who found the mold in our second home and held me as I cried because we had to face this again.

It was my husband that moved us back into his parents house.

It was my husband who moved everything we owned into a storage unit before attacking the mold in our second house.

It was my husband who tore out all the drywall in our home looking for any possible mold and then finding more of it.

It was my husband who is repairing the drywall and driving me to pick out new cabinets.

It is my husband who took on a second job to pay for this again.

It is my husband who has born that heavy circular star decked shield for the past five years of our marriage, without complaining, shielding me from mold, holding us together, saving my life.

It is my husband who shows his fierce devotion and loyalty to me, refusing to give up no matter how big the opponent.

My husband is not just my Superhero, he is my Captain America.

Editors Note: See Disclaimer