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Thursday, July 11, 2013

Was it the tuna?

I was thinking about this Saturday Night Live skit I saw in the late 1980s: John Larroquette is dead and in heaven, and he meets the Angel Gabriel, played by Dana Carvey (or somebody, I didn't google the details so I could be getting many of them wrong) and he gets this chance to ask all the questions to things that he would never have known the answers to otherwise. Questions like "Is professional wrestling real?" (it is) and "which is the one true religion?" (it was something crazy like snake handling or Assembly of God [CS: *wink*]), and I was thinking about all the things in the world that we don't actually know. We may think we know the truth, with our research and our strong opinions, but the reality is that for some things, we really and truly just don't know. And we never will (as long we we're alive, anyway).

When I was pregnant with Child 1 I ate about 4-5 cans of tuna a week; I thought it was good for us, with that healthy fish oil and Omega whatevers. He was about 2 months old when the media first reported on the high levels of mercury in fish and the effects that could have on a developing fetus. I remember saying to somebody that since the kid wasn't born with 3 eyes I guess there were no problems there! Later on, after he was diagnosed, we read about the symptoms of mercury poisoning and how they can mimic autism. Was there a connection? Like I said earlier, I can research my ass off, and I can have an opinion on the subject, but the truth is that I will likely never actually know the truth; the real truth, that only Dana Carvey could tell me after I die.

That would be my question, though, if I end up like John Larroquette, getting all my questions answered (although probably not by the Angel Gabriel, because Supernatural fans will know that not only is that dude a total dick, he's also totally dead): Was it the tuna? If I hadn't eaten all that tuna when I was pregnant, would Child 1 not have been autistic?

Now, don't misunderstand me here, I'm 8+ years past diagnosis and I've moved well beyond blaming myself. They didn't give you those warnings not to eat fish when you were pregnant in 2001, I didn't know. Nobody knew, except probably the tuna companies, and so nobody was able to tell me. If there is a connection, I know that it wasn't my fault. And I'm not asking for articles or studies that prove or disprove the theory: trust me when I tell you I've already seen it. I'm just saying that before my Reaper leads me off to the neverending Dead show in the sky (Shoreline, August 1991) it would be nice to be able to actually get an answer to the question. SNL style.



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I do hope you get some resolution...SNL style or otherwise. But in the meantime, it's free Slurpee day today. Nourishing goodness thru a spoonstraw.

And I really liked this.
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I can't believe both of my kids turned down free Slurpees. WTF??
I think many of us would like to know...I know I want to know if it was my Advair or the gunk in the air at my then office. (They were redoing bathrooms--lots of mold, which I was highly allergic to). I hope to get an answer...and I hope it's from Dana Carve the angel Gabriel and not Dana Carve the Church Lady who greets me. The Church Lady may send me to, ohhhh, I don't know, maybe, Satan?!?! (Raises brow)
Ohhh no, no, no. I distinctly remember the Angel telling him in sort of a surprised voice that God is in fact a LUTHERAN. lol

I do wonder myself what the "deal" is, just to know what it is. Maybe partly to have something to say to shut people up if they have a smartass comment.
1 reply · active 611 weeks ago
HAHA really? I don't remember Lutheran, I thought it was something crazy. Lutherans aren't crazy, I don't think.
I don't really want to know why my son has an ASD. Because I don't want to spend eternity knowing that it was my fault. And for the record, Justin Timberlake is my favourite host of all time. Just search JT SNL songs on youtube and you'll see.
Answers would be good - and totally SNL style because we have already been through enough ;-)
I have often wondered why. But on reflection it doesn't really matter why. It won't change anything. My son will always be who he is, and what is important is that I love him and try my best to help him be happy.
I just want Toonces the Driving Cat to deliver me to the pearly gates. Maybe he ate mercury spiked tuna and that's why he can drive.
I totally blame you. But then, I blame you for everything. My dog is sick and I got a nosebleed this morning, and I threw my fists in the air and yelled, "Damn you, Jill! Why! Why?!!!"

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