Zohar was an active and happy baby. As a toddler, he developed an asthmatic cough, and his teacher at daycare in Israel commented that if he wasn't on top of a table within five minutes of arrival, she knew he was sick. This was not, then, considered a problem. He was known to be allergic to the baby aspirin given for teething, but nobody mentioned salicylate in food or that coloring could be a broncho-constrictor. Actually, the diet in Israel in those days contained lots of fresh fruit and very little food dye or preservatives. They never even heard of frozen orange juice back then; the response to my quest was "squeeze an orange if you want juice."
However, his symptoms escalated when we lived in Nigeria, where I was putting red food coloring into sweetened powdered milk because we could not get fresh milk. There, he started running in circles and (literally) climbing walls. Arriving in the U.S. at age 4, he was a puzzle, with screaming tantrums many times a day, rolling on the floor out of control. I never placed any importance on the difference between the mostly natural diet he had had in Israel and the much more "advanced" American diet. (Note - this was in the 1970's. Today the Israeli diet is similar to ours, a change that has accompanied an increase in ADHD, asthma, etc. in Israel.)
Finally, by first grade he was diagnosed with "hyperactivity" with extreme mood swings. He also had asthma and was frequently sick with strep throat and ear infections.
Starting at 6 years old, medication (Ritalin, then Cylert) controlled his activity levels and flattened his moods, but by seven he was at the very bottom of the height and weight chart for his age, and had begun having hallucinations. (The hallucinations turned out to be a side effect of Cylert, but we could not know that until the medication was later stopped.) He was in an expensive school where he was taught by specialists in ADHD. Summer day-camp asked him to please not come back.
Although we had been going to the neurologist every month for years, Zohar was just getting worse. Adding Tegretol to the Cylert was prescribed to control the hallucinations, which the specialists supposed were seizures - in spite of negative EEG tests. As I hesitated to add this medication, with its long term side effects, my doctor assured me it was "no more dangerous than crossing the street." (Not a good thing to say to a mom whose kid was hit by a car at age 2!!) Before I had made any decision about the Tegretol, he started having 30 different motor and vocal tics, and the neurologist took him off all medications. That was back in 1983 when Tourette Syndrome (TS) was a little-known disorder, so it wasn't even diagnosed for a year -- the Year From Hell. I had an 8 year old child who looked like he was possessed - not in control of his body, his emotions, or his thinking. He would read, often upside down, repeating phrases several times as though a record were "stuck," and he could barely write a word at a time. He inserted the word "smurf" in every sentence. Yet he could do advanced math in his head, and testing had shown he could arrange blocks from pictures at the hardest adult level - nothing made sense. He had no friends. What kind of future was he facing?
I learned of the Feingold diet on a TV talk show, but when I asked my doctor about it he told me not to bother because it "only worked for 2% of kids" and he said it would be hard. But since I had no other treatment available, I decided to try it anyhow. To my surprise, in 4 days I had a child with normal behavior. He still had the TS but I didn't expect that to change since it is supposed to be incurable.
It soon became apparent that he no longer had ear aches, no longer had asthma - and by the end of the year he no longer had any TS symptoms! The Tourette syndrome has been in what his ex-neurologist calls "permanent remission" for over 20 years, except for the few times when he went off the Feingold diet for any length of time.
As a teen, he was voted "most popular Counselor in Training" at a day camp -- remember, this was the same child whose behavior did not allow him to go to camp! No longer in "special" classes, he graduated from Yeshiva High School (a tough school with half-day Hebrew studies), achieved the respectable height of 5'8", went on to college at Emory University.
In college, his dorm room was always full of friends (and they liked his cooking). He graduated as a chemistry major with a solid B average, and as president of the Emory Fencing Club. When exposure to chemicals in his first job triggered a recurrence of the old asthma, he taught high school math for three years before going back to school for a second degree, in mechanical engineering.
And yes - at left is a picture of him and his beautiful bride on their wedding day.