Last updated on September 3rd, 2021 at 10:22 am
[Editor’s note: Here we present the continuation and conclusion of an exclusive statement provided by Levan Vasadze to iFamNews. The first part can be found here. In part one, the author explains the onset of his symptoms and the diagnosis of a rare and dangerous disease, amyloidosis AL. Levan is a long-time friend and collaborator of the International Organization for the Family (IOF) and was chair of the World Congress of Families X in Tbilisi in 2016. He is one of the best known pro-family leaders in the Caucuses. Brian Brown, President of IOF, was recently with Levan in Georgia for the launch of Levan’s new ERI social movement. Around that time, Vasadze began to feel ill with strange symptoms. As one of the most well-known critics of liberalism, Levan has many enemies, which gives rise to many questions about his illness. Is it naturally occurring? Or was he poisoned? ]
In spite of a severe psychological blow—imagine my feelings, what it means for a father of eight children, a perfectly healthy man, to hear such a diagnosis—from the day of my arrival in Istanbul my physical condition improved significantly and continued to do so in Moscow.
It all started with the fact that on the first night of my arrival in Istanbul I slept perfectly well. The cough, which had been choking me for three months, completely disappeared. The swelling of my legs also totally vanished, whereas before I hadn’t been able even to wear my shoes.
Despite these improvements, unfortunately the terrible diagnosis was confirmed. So, paradoxically, during the past two months, while I have had rather severe psychological stress and have heard nothing but dire warnings about the prospects of my overall health and condition, the feelings and symptoms that I described previously have continued steadily to improve.
The strangest thing is not that my cough has completely gone, nor that my breathing during sleep has normalized, nor that the swelling of my limbs has disappeared, but that my heart’s ejection fraction (i.e., oxygen secretion) has also significantly improved in Moscow, compared to what it had been in Istanbul. I do not really believe that it all happened solely due to the single diuretic drug I was prescribed. Indeed, according to the general opinion of absolutely all of the specialists I’ve consulted, it is totally impossible to explain these effects by that one single medication, which I was taking all the time.
Initially this fact gave rise to hope, among my council of doctors, that perhaps I had already passed the peak of some other disease. The first suspicion fell on myocarditis (inflammation of the heart muscle). Perhaps my heart had overcome myocarditis due to strong physical indicators; the deformation of the inner wall could then be explained by the so-called phenomenon of “a sports heart”—that is, a heart that is used to great physical exertion. Sometimes myocarditis can take such a course.
I was tested for the antibodies indicative of myocarditis but, unfortunately, this theory was not confirmed. The analyses instead rather confirmed the worse diagnosis of amyloidosis. And thus the self-regulation of my cardiac output fraction (i.e., the release of oxygen), along with the disappearance of my cough, the passing of the swelling in my limbs, and the cessation of sleep disturbances, remain unexplained in light of my serious illness.
This is not the only mystery, though. I realized from the very beginning that, perhaps, what happened to me was not accidental; and so, while still in Istanbul, I asked for an in-depth toxicological analysis. I realized that if I was dealing with a high-tech attack, it must be something much more complex than could be ascertained by analysis of liver functions or an imbalance of bilirubin level. But in Turkey I was told that this kind of examination required a court decision, so I let it go.
It’s noteworthy that my doctor in Turkey, despite his high level of qualification, seemed somehow reluctant to go further with the case. Maybe, having heard the theory of poisoning from me, he Googled my name, saw my protests against the construction of the Namakhvani Hydro Power Plant (in accordance with the current terms of the HPP contract), which our liberal media had dubbed anti-Turkish, and decided to only be involved with me as far as absolutely necessary and to avoid further engagement. How should I know? Would someone really want a patient to suffer cardiac arrest simply because he’d opposed the construction of a power plant? In any case, I would still like to express my gratitude to my doctor in Turkey who, after only one examination, came to the most accurate yet parlous diagnosis, and thereby pointed me in the right direction for all further medical examinations. However, it is remarkable that I can distinctly remember his insistence that they had no treatment centers for this rare disease in Turkey and that I should consider going to other countries for treatment.
I didn’t abandon the idea of a toxicology analysis. Arriving at the Bakulev Center in Moscow, I had a talk with one of my fellow-countrymen who is the head of a leading toxicological service there and a great authority worldwide. He explained vividly how the discovery of “such things” is indeed very difficult. He said: “Imagine that you were hit by a car and the driver ran away, and now you are looking at the fractures trying to understand how this or that happened.” He explained that in the case of such an attack, traces of the chemical agent in the body disappear really quickly. Theoretically, something could remain in the hair for a couple of months, but only if some heavy metal salts had been used; however this was no guarantee. I realized that this line of investigation was hardly one I could pursue. I was, first of all, already very bad physically, and secondly, who in Georgia would believe a toxicology analysis carried out in Moscow? So, I abandoned the idea. Besides, I had several even more difficult decisions imminently awaiting me.
Which method of treatment should I choose? Whose care should I pursue, and how? Should I wait for a Covid vaccination before starting treatment, as had been recommended to me, which would mean losing another three weeks while waiting for the vaccine? Or was this too risky, as the disease might spread to other organs in that time? But, then again, I had been warned that in my condition of a weakened immune system and a compromised cardiovascular function, I would likely not survive a Covid infection. On and on, these and other decisions now weighed on me, on top of the very shocking month and a half I’d already had. These were the hardest days.
When I realized that I could not cope with all this, I prayed and asked the Lord to lead me in what to do and how to do it. And so it happened. By the grace of God and with the help of my friends, I was able to come to all the necessary decisions, and so here I am now in the middle of the second week of my treatment. I trust the Lord and gather all my strength for the battle against this disease. I will not give up and will not give in, and I will fight with all my strength. My chemotherapy treatment is a difficult path, but it is one I must take. Your prayers, my dear fellow Georgians and friends from around the world, encourage me and help me gain spiritual strength. They give me the energy to go on. I read comments from you like “everything will be all right, I know for sure!” with a smile and a glad spirit. It is so characteristic of our beloved culture.
One thing I can say for sure: if I had stayed in Tbilisi or, as I had planned, returned from Istanbul before the 5th of July, there is the possibility that all the inexplicable improvements in my health described above might not have occurred. I cannot help thinking that, with the turn of events that took place on the 5th of July, had I been in Georgia, all of the events that happened there would almost certainly have been blamed on me (rather than on the just anger and emotion of our people), regardless of what I did, and I would probably have been arrested. [The author refers to outbreaks of violence between LGBT demonstrators and counter-protesters during the “Pride” events that day.—Editor] My heart failure would have worsened, and who knows what the outcome would have been? It is obvious that no one would have seen the poisonous light of the microflora of amyloidosis on the inner wall of my heart in a prison hospital. And then my wife Nino could shout as much as she wanted that her husband had been absolutely healthy….
I thought a lot about whether to share these details publicly or not.
If this has been an attempt on my life, then for whoever tried to kill me, my sharing of these details is instructive for them in the future, as they will learn what they failed to do this time. If, on the other hand, my illness is merely an accident, it’s uncomfortable for me to disturb people by talking about my ordeals.
But in the end I decided I must speak out. First, for security purposes if ever an investigation is undertaken, and second, to reduce the swirl of gossip and second-hand chatter about the whole affair.
Is it possible that in our ill-fated country someone deliberately brought this about? Who would take such a radical action to try to destroy my fledgling political movement ? Who would benefit from the continuance of the liberal dichotomy of “natsebi” and “kotsebi” (meaning the United National Movement and the “Georgian Dream”), the perpetual political swinging from side to side all while the country perishes? Is it possible that I and people like me, who oppose the radical LGBT propaganda that is causing so much harm to our country, are viewed as such a threat to the Left that they would go to such lengths to plan such a thing as as a high-tech attack like this? Quite possibly. If this is the case, does it mean that there is still an outstanding order for my liquidation? I ask again, who benefits? Had this attempt worked, how might things develop differently for our country? Nobody knows.
At the same time, it is of course possible that I just happened to fall ill with this rare disease exactly when I entered politics. During all these months, while consulting with doctors, whenever possible I have asked—although I was hardly up to it—the same question: is it possible to cause such a disease so unexpectedly by artificial means? My doctors whom I managed to consult—in the US, Russia, Europe, Israel and Turkey—can neither confirm nor deny this, because the answer to this question belongs to a different field of competence. But the plasma cells characteristic of myeloma, found during perforation of the pelvic bone, and additional analyses of bone marrow, bone particles and blood, clearly show that I at least have symptoms of a disease which can definitely be caused by irradiation and radiation poisoning.
Judging from the very little that I have found out—my time for thorough research has been obviously limited—such poisoning often occurs by admixing isotopic substances in drinking water. After drinking such water, the body becomes susceptible to poisoning through irradiation. This irradiation can be carried out, say, by what seems only to be a video camera on a tripod, or someone with another device similarly disguised or camouflaged. While this irradiation can affect other people nearby, this is only temporary for one not predisposed to more severe effects by the prior isotopic spiking. This might explain, for example, the cough of my friends in Kobuleti that subsequently subsided. It all sounds like it comes from a cloak and dagger spy novel, and perhaps these are all simply fantasies, but is there not enough here to wonder what really happened? Let’s summarize:
- How did I suddenly fall ill with this rare disease, that develops over many years, within a mere 2 months—and the 2 months that precisely coincided with my entering politics? After all, I was absolutely healthy in April…
- What explains the sudden onset and subsequent sudden disappearance of a cough very similar to mine in my friends in Kobuleti? What explains the sudden vanishing of my own cough, of the swelling of my limbs and of my inability to sleep, after I left my homeland, even though my diagnosis has been confirmed and all prognoses have been consistently dire?
- What caused the improvement of my heart condition without any new medication other than the one I’d already been taking for so long?
- And, most importantly, why did the liberal media suddenly and unanimously report that I’d been “poisoned,” only to become deathly silent when they found I was still alive, and remain quiet ever since? And how did they know that very morning that I was taking my flight to Turkey?
If, in light of all these circumstances, our state and the State Security Service of Georgia remain silent, this will be further proof that something nefarious may have happened.
For now, though, I have to undergo radical treatment for a very dangerous disease, and do it with a damaged heart. I have already lost 11 kilograms and so far I cannot walk much–and this is only the beginning of my chemotherapy treatment. There is no knowing what lies ahead. I have a long way to go and, as one of our fathers said, “on this path is a fairy tale of poetic courage” (Galaktion Tabidze, ‘The Moon of Mtatsminda’).
I feel amazing consolation and strength in my heart. I have experienced indescribable happiness these days. His Holiness called and blessed me. Anyone who has ever experienced this will understand what I’m talking about. (The author refers to His Holiness and Beatitude Ilia II, Catholicos and Patriarch of All Georgia- Editor.)
In this world nothing happens by chance: I am writing this letter on the day of remembrance of the chief healer, Saint Panteleimon. May the Holy Great Martyr Panteleimon help all the sick and those bearing burdens, tired and grieving, in our homeland and all over the world!
Forgive me if I have made you feel troubled. Throughout these days, we will continue our public work with our wonderful friends, I hope to share with you a lot of other interesting and encouraging things. I will be in this battle until the end, as my health permits. I refuse to remain in this state, accept the illness or retreat. This is not how a warrior in the heat of a battle to save our culture acts.
Regardless of the reason for my condition, I thank the Lord from the bottom of my heart for His help, and hope for the best. The doctors give me encouragement, and my family and friends support me with love. There is one thing our enemies simply do not understand: that for us, the most important thing is Eternity. Whom then shall I fear?