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Let me start with my backstory, so you’ll understand why I was at the
Foundation in the first place, because it wasn’t to be healed. It’s a
complex situation that my family has been grappling with for years, and
questioning whether we should attempt to correct the issue since Landis
Tipton first showed up. My brother was born with a genetic condition known
as T21. Its full name is hard to type out and pronounce, but it’s also often
known as Trisomy 21. This is when the patient develops an extra copy of
chromosome 21, and it results in a particular facial look, as well as
neurological differences. My brother is a functioning young adult, who can
put his own clothes on in the morning, and make his own meals. There are
things he struggles with, though. He doesn’t need anyone to take care of
him—he’s not going to forget to breathe—but he does need some help. It has
been hard for him to learn skills that others take for granted, like
managing his finances, and navigating the world around him. The biggest
problem he faces is discrimination. He has needed assistance finding work,
and keeping it, because people don’t understand him. They don’t understand
that, while he’s not so good in an interview, he’s good at the work that
he’s looking for, he can follow directions to a T, and he’ll never let you
down. They keep firing him, because he doesn’t want to engage in certain
adult-oriented conversations, and I think that some people just don’t like
the way he looks or talks. You can tell that he has T21, because of its
defining characteristics, and instead of being accepting, they just want
everyone to be the same. One other area he needs help with is healthcare,
which is where I come in. He lives with me, and I accompany him on his
appointments, which he needs, because he’s at a higher risk of developing
true medical conditions. This is what happened. He now has Leukemia, and
we’ve been treating it accordingly. We wanted to get him cured, but we were
worried what it would do to him. What exactly are Mr. Tipton’s limits? What
exactly is a “disease”?
Trisomy 21 is a part of who my brother is, and he does not need to be
“cured” of it, but we weren’t sure if the healing process did consider it a
disease. The literature says that Landis doesn’t control it. He breathes,
and the breath cures everything. After further research, however, we felt
assured that he would be all right. They called T21 a
condition of state, and not within Mr. Tipton’s purview. As always, I
took him to his appointment, and we stayed in a tent, with plans to be there
for two nights while we waited. When we woke up one morning, my brother
wanted to go on a walk, which we do regularly. Unfortunately, we are not
familiar with this area, and didn’t know what to expect. I slipped on some
wet leaves on a hill, tried to grab a log on instinct to keep from falling,
and ended up with that log on top of me. I was impaled by a sharp snag. I
told my brother to run for help while I, dazed and confused, pulled the snag
off, stood up, and started limping back. Here was the new question, would
Landis agree to help me since I was injured on the property? The answer was
no, but he was not without mercy. He used his other gifts on me
instead. He sang me to contentment, and soothed my pain through touch. This
allowed me to make it to the hospital, which was pretty far away, without
being in agony the whole time, but also without breaking their rule against
healing injuries. They even let my brother cut in line, so he could get his
cure in time to go with me in the ambulance. I think they keep an ambulance
on hand now because of this incident, so that’s kind of cool.
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