Amnesia walked with me…#18

My 2nd born, Vance AFB, Enid, OK base housing… circa 1980

No one can tell me how many times I had a brain bleed… or how many concussions or If other areas of my brain had been impacted… With tests that were available when I went active duty in 1977… I don’t remember MRI being available and no one did a CT scan of the brain… but the tests they did do, brought many questions and few answers… So lets dive into some of that…

By the time I left the Air Force, and we headed for Japan, I knew, they went to great lengths to cover up what happened on a federal installation… only one problem, fire department report… (Evidence about attempted murder of my kids)… at Vance AFB…

Getting me out of the country, didn’t matter… none of them connected the dots, but I did and that was and is a closely guarded information that will be in the book, sorry I digress…

We get to Japan and before we left Keesler after John’s training, they did a nuclear bone scan, in other words, radio active isotope injected, then they scan you from head to toe and it will show any weird things going on with your bones and boy howdy did mine show weird…

Keep in mind, I have amnesia, so I would call Freda and ask, what happened in childhood and always got the same answer, “nothing happened, you had regular childhood illness’s”… We now know that to be a lie…

So these bone scans and bone biopsy and flying me to Hawaii for a quoram of orthopedist can exam me and they all decide….. “Pagets” as the possible culprit… The doc at Yokota AFB ortho, didn’t agree and I should have listened to him…

Well I get back from Hawaii, take the boys to USA for a year with grandma and grandpa and their uncle who was same age as my 2nd born, 3 months apart… and….

SARS hits the far east and yep, I got it…

Between recovering from that, which took a couple years, pre-cursor to COVID that we all experienced and the Air Force, after we just agreed to stay on Japan for another 4 years… decides my health is too messed up and sends us back to the USA on a humanitarian…

I go see the Pagets specialiast in San Bernadino and he takes one look at me and says, “you do not have Pagets, I don’t know what you have, but it isn’t Pagets”…

1988 and I am no more closer to getting answers than I was when I was active duty…

I can honestly say from the time I got hit on Okinawa in 1971 till my memory trigger in 2017… I walked through life living a hell with my brain in total chaos and I am supposed to function in life and act like everything is hunky dory, instead I become a hostile patient, because they keep treating the symptoms and not finding the cause…

To this day, I cannot walk into a federal building without my blood pressure going critical… so I avoid them at all costs… especially medical or VA…

Some time around 2000 the VA sent me to Portland to have what I thought was a contrast MRI, but the report I got was CT with contrast and like the science says, it probably won’t pick up brain bleed or injury and it didnt’… So I would suffer and fight and scream for that MRI and in 2018, I got one…

There, in all it’s glory, TBI damage and blood stains on the brain!!!!

I WAS ALWAYS RIGHT and I had to lie to get the test done!!!!

The report talked about the TBI and it also said that because the stain on the brain was old, no one could tell me how many times it happened or when…

By that time my memory trigger had happened… then COVID hit and we were stuck on Hawaii… It would be 2021, before we were able to leave the island and maybe I could get more answers…

The VA sends me off to have my arms tested, and get seen by someone who could explain the instability of my neck, etc… and that’s when the final piece of the puzzle fell into place…

I remember…

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About Me

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…