So let’s go back to where this whole adventure really started because like I said, before her lyme diagnosis her social media does not really mention illness at all outside of anorexia. In 2013 she created a blog to announce her lyme dx which is where much of the above information came from and that’s where we’ll pick back up. She was happy to start healing finally. After diagnosis she claimed her ED basically disappeared (unless she needed to cry about fear foods and how brave she was for choosing recovery every day). Instead she developed a bunch of digestive problems that were Not Her Fault ™. She was told she had candida overgrowth, mycoplasma pneumonia, bartonella, and active chronic epstein-Barr in addition to the lyme and she was put on a diet that was even stricter than her orthorexic ana-chan diet. It eliminated all grains, dairy, eggs, sugars (including fruit) yeast, and a whole lot else. When she bothered to eat, it was steamed vegetables with quinoa doused in vinegar, spices, and stevia and she advocated not finishing meals so you had leftovers. So, Ginge Rations, basically. Instead of eating, she just drank liter after liter of water per day to fill up… er… flush the candida out.
In September she traveled to see a doctor in New York City, ten hours away, who said she “might” have lyme but wouldn’t treat her. This upset her so much she can’t even talk about it, and she’s sure it was Big Pharma and the insurance death panels out to get her or some shit. She was already getting all her “detox” BS from an integrative medicine specialist but she wanted to see someone who
only did tick diseases and that she had to travel far for because that’s more specialer, like how Mary Frey is treated at a clinic that only handles CF cases.
Her doctor diagnosed her with Trigeminal neuralgia in 2014. This is a condition so painful that sufferers want to kill themselves, but of course, Becca just ends up with a squinty eye and something to complain about. When her TN flares, it’s so painful that she can’t do anything … except write long blog and instagram posts and vlog and edit videos. . .
By mid-2015 she was doing Ultraviolet Blood Irradiation Therapy (Douglas protocol) daily, an outdated treatment for sepsis and other major infections from way back when antibiotics were brand new and sometimes killed people; Myers Cocktails (IV vitamins mixes) three days a week; Patricia Kane protocol three days a week, which is slow infusions of phospholipids that a quack thought would cure autism; and three times per week, micro current therapy, little bursts of electricity applied to target spots on the body intended to zap the lyme pathogens. She also did hyperbaric oxygen chamber sessions. At this time, she also started wailing about increasing nausea and abdominal pain and stopped eating. She was given an NG tube, her 4th, at a hospital in Lexington where she was kept for several weeks. Despite that she claims she didn’t want it and bloo-bloo, poor me just trying to be healthy, she immediately posted a selfie with it.
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September 12, we get the first squinty popeye-face selfie from “trigeminal neuralgia” that lets her cheese it up for the camera anyway.
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January she’s on home IV fluids through a peripheral line, at least briefly.
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February the wheelchair makes its first appearance that I can find, while she’s in Detroit taking photos of places Eminem lived or mentioned in his songs. I wish I was joking. The real reason she’s there is to see a neurosurgeon but she only brings that up once and never gives the results of this appointment. Every other post on this trip is her sperging about Eminem’s troubled life and the places that were important to him.
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September she creates a “war corner” in her bedroom where she can pray for healing all day. Holy shit.
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In December 2016, she started her YouTube with a video about her eating disorder recovery journey and her life with chronic illness, claiming she
might show up with one eye open or an ice pack on her head in a few videos because of her lyme coinfections. Her first videos are just flogging on and on about Jesus and her eating disorder and all the many, many things that trigger her to starve herself (but this is not why she can’t eat! It’s all the lyme and the lyme-induced gastroparesis!) By this point in her life, Becca spends almost all of her time in bed, only leaving for medical appointments, occasional shopping trips, and extremely rare social outings. She even considers it a miracle when she can leave her bed for the wild frontier that is her living room sofa for a few hours. There are goldfish that live a more varied and exciting life than her. The reason for this varies between the smells/chemicals outside her bedroom make her mast cell flare, that she sound is too much for her hyperacusis, that she’s in too much pain to leave bed/cannot walk at all (she sometimes makes a big show of army crawling on the floor to use the bathroom because “lyme paralysis,” which is fucking hilarious) or because she has such extreme agoraphobia that she can’t even leave her bedroom, depending on which is most likely to get her asspats.
It is important to note that she sobs and squeaky-voices while talking about her plight and/or the power of her savior in
every single video. Therefore, it would be absolutely impossible for me to go through her entire youtube history without losing my mind and I’ve probably missed some good shit by skipping over videos because she likes to casually drop new diagnoses in otherwise innocuous vlogs, then forget about them the next day and never mention them again.
She started wearing an
icepack tied to her head in January 2017 and let all five of her subscribers know that she would be doing more and more lyme content and self-pity. The ice pack disappeared and reappeared with her “migraines” until about March when it became a permanent part of her wardrobe. She later purchased a Headache Hat-style ice pack designed to be worn this way but still often sports the stylish hot pink headband.
In March, 2017 she started her spoonie Instagram.
By April she had added a
single bandless ear muff on the same side as her squinty eye to her attire, sometimes under a pair of noise-cancelling headphones like the “muh autism” crowd. Oh and she cries because other people mow their lawns and that’s mean when she’s suffering.
But music
magically cures her “lyme paralysis.”
In June 2017 she ruined her sister’s wedding by drawing all the attention to herself, wearing a toned down version of her exceptional headband and making her husband carry her down the aisle, then push her around the reception in a wheelchair all day. Dis bitch.
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(In that last photo you can see that she has her surgical mask, ear muff, and sunglasses in her lap. At least she took it off for her speech.)
Also in June she moved on to a new quack in Washington, DC, a cool 6.5 hour drive from her home. Dr. Joseph G. Jemsek is based at
Jemsek Specialty Clinic and only treats “Lyme Borreliosis Complex.” Here are some
testimonials about the good doc. On meeting this new doctor, Becca pretends she can barely speak or move so he knows she’s really the
sickest one ever. After a three-hour appointment he approves her for IV therapy once she’s stable enough as determined by Jemsek, who is happy to give her all sorts of expensive supplements to help.
In July she goes to wish the newlyweds off as they
move across the country, but can’t actually go inside because her disposable surgical mask isn’t strong enough to protect her from the smells and chemicals in their house. Since this is a very important day for her sister and not her, she “passes out” on the way home and makes Roger carry her inside and pretends to not even be breathing.
A month later she starts claiming she can’t eat anything at all and can only drink one specific brand of meal replacement drinks. What could these miracle drinks be? Why, it’s
Kate Farms Komplete ready-to-drink oral nutrition supplements! Even with this perfect nectar she cannot maintain her weight. But it’s not her ED! She wants to gain weight! Honest! Look, she’s even crying! She found a gastroenterologist that believes in lyme and thinks she might have superior mesenteric artery syndrome, which is often caused by being underweight and not having enough fat inside your body. And of course, she’s being tested for gastroparesis, which she’s already suspected she has. But even more important than that – he’s going to give her an NJ tube! Which she definitely doesn’t want and has nothing to do with her eating disorder AT ALL. But she’s already looking forward to a PEG-J in the future.
Days later she has to be on some kind of
protocol of antihistamines to combat her intolerance to CT contrast and is now claiming to have MCAS. This protocol was taught to her by some random internet friend with MCAS and as a result she wasn’t able to get the CT scan done at the gastroenterology center because she was full of antihistamines. Many OTC antihistamines (esp. Benadryl) and prescription nausea drugs (like Atarax, also an antihistamine) are pretty powerful anticholinergics and can shut down your GI system. I have no doubt that Becca knew this, as an ana-munchie, as benadryl before a GI test is standard wisdom in that crowd. She instead had to be seen at a hospital. This is all recounted by Rog because she “passed out” after the appointment. Which has nothing to do with the handful of benadryl she ate.
She gets an NJ inserted during an endoscopy. But the awful doctors placed wrong and instead of having it tucked neatly behind her ear they gave her one that’s taped to her nose (which is, in fact, how NJ tubes are sometimes placed, especially in Europe). And possibly bridled her but I can’t tell because I couldn’t stand her cry-voice anymore. They tried to move it out a little and she had another hissyfit about how bad it hurt until they pulled it out before ever using it.
Instead she’s cleared for a straight J-tube. A week later, this also is a problem because
stubborn surgeons don’t want to do it so the recommendation has been taken right off the table and instead they want her to wait a week and then try a PEG-J. Cue more crying and kvetching about how this has nothing to do with her eating disorder like these evil doctors think. So she goes to the ER, her “worst nightmare,” to demand they insert one.
She succeeded in getting herself
admitted during the ER trip and got her coveted PEG-J tube which she immediately names Claire Bennett after the character on the long-cancelled NBC television program “Heroes”. Note that the time between “I feel icky” and surgical feeding tube was less than a month.
Like a good munchie, as soon as she’s home she’s
already having problems with her tube. Of course, she’s not tolerating her feeds OR Reglan and her stupid doctors just won’t do everything she wants exactly when she wants it!
But don’t worry because she’s able to order herself that proper godly liquid nutrition,
Kate Farms! Much better than that poison they were trying to feed her! She calls it “rocket fuel,” even correcting herself if she accidentally calls it “formula” or “feeds,” and refers to calories as “experience points” when discussing her rate and/or the varieties of formula, because she’s fucking exceptional.
Oh and her
weekly planner is geared towards “Spoonies”. This book comes as part of a set of several that help you make sure your entire identity is based around how sick you are.
A few days later she’s in the hospital with tube problems. Of course. Her
tube flipped and got pulled out of her jejunum. Wow, almost like she’s making excuses and fucking with it so she can’t get any nutrition. All of this happens on the anniversary of her first “official” date while her husband is out of town visiting his family and thus not paying attention to her, which seems awfully coincidental. She’s on some
miracle pain drug (cough dilaudid cough) that allows her to open her other eye. Too bad the evil doctors won’t send her home with it.
She got a
gastric emptying study and some bowel testing while she was in the hospital
This is apparently an MCAS reaction to dextrose. I see nothing except she rubbed or scratched her arm.
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They replaced her
PEG-J with a PEG..
Oh and her
GES and all the other tests they ran were negative. Not because there was nothing wrong with her but because that pesky Chronic Lyme has an awful habit of making things like gastroparesis not show up on tests. Really. That’s her explanation for why she’s still sure she has gastroparesis. But praise Jesus. With a protocol of supplements (literally laxatives) she’s able to use her PEG without the J despite her crippling lyme-induced gastroparesis.
She seems to be on the mend, gaining a bit of weight over September and even admitting she
has her appetite back.
For one day.
On the 26th she announces her maximum
tube feed rate is between 25/30 mL/hr before she can’t tolerate her feeds. If she is hooked up for 23 hours a day (not counting one hour for hygiene, dressing, setting up the bags and etc) she is receiving between 575 and 690 calories through her tube at this rate. Also she now wears a VOG.
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By the end of the week she has
complications with her PEG (because they wouldn’t give her back her PEG-J like she wanted.) Can’t keep her formula down and is doing research on what her next step should be. Goes to ER and is admitted to the hospital. CT scan done. According to charts she shows during this stay, she is on Geodon (antipsychotic) 3x per day, valium, and phenergan.
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October 3rd she’s
transferred to another hospital and gets her new PEG-J tube inserted under twilight sedation, has to be given horse-like doses because her body is so tolerant.
Claims this is a MCAS reaction to corn in the dextrose pushes she’s given because she still refuses to eat or run her tube feeds. I don't know enough about what is normal with IVs to confirm or deny if this is just an artifact of getting a ton of fluids pumped into her.
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On the 8th she again claims to have MCAS and Multiple Chemical Sensitivity and admits she makes her husband change his clothes when he gets home before he can come around her.
Pain level is 10/10 from the IVs. She can still vlog though.
The next day she is finally discharged from the hospital after restarting her “rocket fuel.”
On the 13th she
has a doctors appointment, announces her feeding tube rate is 32 mL/hr at 24 hours (768 cals/day). she unironically vlogs this:
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Also in October she starts transitioning to 1.5 cal/mL and hinting that she’s going to have a port soon. She’s being treated for Human Herpesvirus 6 which, as mentioned, almost every adult in the united states has and does not have any problems from. Becca insists the virus and “herxing” from it are what is making her sick at this current time.
Not gonna lie, I skipped over about 50 vlogs here because it looked like more of the same whining about nothing. Over on insta she tags erythema ab igne, which is a benign hyperpigmentation of the skin caused by using a heating pad or hot water bottle too much also known as water bottle rash or toasted skin syndrome. It sometimes resolves on its own, other times is permanent.
And she starts shilling for Kate Farms even harder. Senpai notices her.
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November 8 is the first reference I can find to POTS, an insta post where she claims it’s flaring like WOAH!
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November 20, 2017 she is approved to get a mic-key button to replace her “dangler” feeding tube. She tries to
hide her thrill that she’s too small for adult sizes and they have to wait for kid sizes to come in due to her low body weight. On December 8, she goes in for the tube change and it’s the wrong size, suggesting she’s not as small as she thinks. The 13th she
gets the buh-uhn placed despite that a fucking soda machine sets off her lyme disease-induced POTS.
December 14, she has
another POTS episode in a doctor appointment and despite screeching about fragrances about 15 times and also screaming when her ear muff fell off in the car and being just so exhausted by everything, she goes to Wommart to pick up an album that drops a midnight. That the store didn’t have.
January 12, 2018. Eyes are both open. She
visits Jemsek again to get new meds added to the 30,000 she already takes, including Cromolyn which her insurance won’t cover, doxepin (a tricyclic antidepressant prescribed for pain and insomnia), Marinol (medical marijuana), and ativan. Claims liver and spleen enlarged. She starts talking about Ehlers-Danlos and craniocervical instability which apparently has been plaguing her. Might have babesia, another tick-borne infection. Cleared for digital motion x-ray for EDS and, finally, a port, which thrills her of course. Is using CBD for pain which is the reason why she can suddenly open her eye again.
Starting in January, 2018, the popeye face gradually disappeared, only showing up when she had a terrible migraine or was suffering because of a treatment. She seems to have gotten tired of living a life with no depth perception in order to look what she thought was sick but was actually just rétarded. January 18-19 she goes to LabCorp to get draws for 41 different tests Jemsek has ordered but she’s too dehydrated to give blood while in the center. They send a phleobotomist to her house the next day to take thirty different vials of blood from her body. Has a “POTS Attack” which could not have anything to do with this. Nope, all lyme.
Jan 27, 2018 she
gets a new wheelchair, a Karman LT 980 which can be
purchased on Amazon for about $300. For comparison Jaquie’s TiLite with all the bells and whistles she got was probably more like $10,000-15,000 – the base model is like $3500 – and had to be fitted to her measurements. Becca has since complained about this chair because it’s not fitted for her properly and is now seeking a custom lightweight. Why she cares that it doesn’t fit her when she doesn’t self-propel at all is beyond me. Oh wait. She wants the munchie points for a “custom” chair.
On Valentine’s Day 2018 the wait was finally over and Becca met her true love…
a port. She started using it immediately under Jemsek’s watch to get test doses of her new treatments pending full delivery through a home health company. Since literally nothing ever makes this bitch feel better (except Dah-loo-did) her first home saline infusion gave her an occipital migraine due to all the “
dead spirochetes and their toxins that are in my brain stem right now.”
For a while things calmed down and she even took an internet break for a week. She even tried to participate more in life, leaving her bedroom for the new adventure that is the living room. Then in March she started to decline again, culminating in this hilarious video where she has a Mast Cell flare and
sobs with ice packs on her face.
April, she visits Jemsek again and starts the
“heavy hitter” IV antibiotics after cycling through all the normal ones. This is because the lyme pathogens have formed cysts to protect themselves from normal antibiotics according to Jemsek and now she needs to “cyst bust” so they can be attacked.
May was very exciting because Kate Farms noticed her and
sent her some crap in the mail.
And she hit 300 videos and celebrated by making a sign out of syringes.
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Again, I skipped a whole assload of videos because her life outside of appointments and medicalizing the mundane is completely boring. Popped back in for 4th of July where she makes a giant scene because
other people are setting off fireworks and that makes her trigeminal neuralgia and migraines flare or whatever. These people are so fucking entitled. DPMIW does the same thing, like… you cannot control what other people do in your vicinity. If you want to live someplace quiet, move out to the woods, not a suburban development with neighbors close by.
A few days later she announces that her
minocycline and ceftin cycle is making her vomit and have demonic hallucinations. Remember that she is taking these heavy antibiotics for infections that do not exist. She also started treating her husband with doxy because there were ticks on the porch and she
convinced him he has Lyme and Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever now. On an unhappy note, Jemsek doesn’t tell Becca exactly what she wants to hear about her treatment plan and she is so upset and angry that her
Popeye squint comes back.
In July she got this
fancy new neck brace that she never had before. This is a
Vista Collar available on Amazon to anyone who would like one and has a few bucks to burn. She’s paralyzed by pain. She’s now on clindamycin and tigacycline. This is why we have antibiotic resistant superbugs that kill healthy adults.
She now
sleeps in the brace and it allows her to sleep without waking up, claims its the first time this has happened since middle school, and she woke up without that headache that she has every single day. But as soon as she takes it off, the headache comes back. This proves the cervical spinal instability is one of the many reasons her head hurts all the time. Since she can’t wear the collar without compressing her central line she’s pursuing other treatments.
In August she announces she has to stop IV antibiotics and since she can’t take any oral antibiotics because of her super serial gastroparesis, this means
her time at Jemsek’s clinic is over. This is because her WBC is low and declining and Jemsek wanted her to be on even longer and wanted to put her on Neupogen, a very expensive WBC booster, instead of taking her off of the abx. Insurance doesn’t cover his shit and he’s absolutely raping them with the costs. She was hoping for more “blue sky days” during the treatment but she’s gotten worse over the duration of the IV treatments. Also he wouldn’t give her more painkillers. She still stands by his treatment methods but her case is so extremely awful that it just wasn’t right for her. Also she’s going to keep her central line because she’s a hard stick and needs it for that sweet sweet saline and tons of doctors and nurses have told her she needed one before she got it. She’s going back to the other quack she was seeing in Tennessee who gave her the original lyme dx. On the 31st, she goes to see this doctor. He’s tapering her off some meds, starting her on low-dose allergen injections and nystatin. This treatment has her herxin’ so bad that on September 2,
her sugar drops to coma levels. Don't worry. She's fine.
In September she spends more time out of the bedroom and outside on her front porch. By September 11, she’s having issues with allodynia which means she’s in too much pain from everything to go on the porch. Even her “safe clothes” that don’t normally hurt her. She even yells “
OW MY SKIN!!” at one point. Shills for cambridge masks which all the munchies switched to once everyone knew VOG doesn’t protect against anything.
October 19, she complains that it’s over 2100 days that she’s had a headache and now it never goes away. She gets
referred to a pain management doctor in Rhode Island but can’t exactly explain why she can't go to a local PM doc because it’s complicated (lol doctor shopping lol). Got labs back, she’s anemic, her CD-57 is somewhat higher but still super low (CD-57 is woo and even some chronic lyme pseudoscience peddlers say it’s not useful at all), starts low-dose allergens, getting ready to start the DesBio homeopathy series.
A week later she’s got a
cerebrospinal fluid leak that’s potentially causing the headache. My quick googling suggests this is an emergency that needs surgery to fix before you get meningitis. Luckily she has the special woo version that’s been there her whole life and has never become an emergency or led to meningitis or caused any problems until she decided anorexia didn’t get her enough attention.
November 13 she goes to her OBGYN to
look for more things wrong with her, namely endometriosis which she wants an exploratory surgery for, but isn’t sure her body can handle it.
On her 30th birthday, a miracle!
Her husband takes her out ice skating. In her wheelchair. How is this even allowed? After this attention-grabbing stunt, she’s MIRACULOUSLY able to skate on her own. Of course, when she’s home she crashes so hard she can only “army crawl” around her house. Becca, pro tip, if you want it to look like you can’t feel your legs, they should be dangling limp behind you, not curled up and able to push you forward.
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A few days later she
vomited and dislodged her feeding tube after trying to eat. Conveniently, this happens when no one is home to see what happened. Hmmm.. sound like someone is purging violently to me. EMS and her parents have to coordinate to get her out of the house because she plays cripple girl and almost gets her door axed down. That’ll teach Roger to leave his wife alone!
December 6th she makes her masterpiece, “
I CHOOSE ALL GOOD THINGS. THANKS, KATE FARMS!” which is the video I found a few weeks later. Other than the obvious ice pack, squinty face, and ear muff, I noticed that she was balding under her hair band, listing a dozen things she thought were wrong with her, got some Young Living oils and a useless monolaurin topical, and was made a Kate Farms ambassador/got a box of free junk from them, goes to a doctor far enough away to need a hotel room, and made her husband eat dinner alone. Wow, what an introduction!
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Nice hairline, Becca.
The next day she goes to the Ohio State University Medical Center for testing. This meeting was supposed to be with a neurosurgeon but that
doesn’t pan out for poor Becca and now she needs to find a doctor who knows how to handle her very special case. She’s been “unofficially diagnosed” with EDS. She’s mad that the doctors don’t test for lyme unless the patient brings it up because chronic lyme is a made up condition that they don’t want to waste resources on unless they need to prove to someone that they don’t have it.
Most of December was just christmas and Jesus sperging so early in January she made up for it with a
new health update. She’s going forward with the endo exploratory. On the 7th she has
four MRIs in a row. She cries because she’s allergic to the contrast and her nervous system is on the fritz. These are going to be sent to OSU’s neurosurgeon.
By this point she’d stopped daily vlogs and moved on to once a week or so, so her next real update is February 12 when she livestreamed. She claims her physical health is why she couldn’t vlog because she was too weak to edit. She ruled out endo but she cried about pain after the procedure until they kept her overnight on pks and
uses the pain as an excuse to be a total cunt to everyone. She claims to be able to see the trigeminal pain on one of the MRIs and a few other things that she wants them to look into..
March 1 the candida is back and is infecting her stoma and her face (actually looks like cold sores or the rash some bulimics get from purging).
With the candida comes the coffee enemas. A few days later she films herself
screaming while she dries her hair because her pain from sound sensitivity is SO SERIOUS but the pain from wet hair is also SO SERIOUS.
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(also have no effect on air quality)
but I came across @mychemfreelife and stared at my brain for an hour cause my eyes rolled so far back they got stuck... Should I call an ambulance 
