Christopher's Medical Fund

First of all, this is a long story, but definitely worth the read. Videos are included throughout, in order to provide you a more concrete understanding of events. I, Ashley Dyer, Christopher's wife, thank you in advance for taking the time to read it all the way to the end, so that you may better understand the unique and extenuating circumstances which have brought us to creating this fundraising campaign.

Christopher is my 28 year old husband and father of our two beautiful children, Andy (2 years) and Maggie (10 months). Before he developed a debilitating neurological condition in January, Chris worked upwards of 70 hours a week on cell phone towers, regularly attended church, created detailed art, was commonly physically active, and was extremely involved with our family. While we were dating in 2013, one of the things which impressed me most was when he traveled 300 miles, one way, to see me for the weekend. We were at my parents’ house. Their lawn guy’s equipment had been broken for a few weeks, and the grass in their backyard had grown almost waist high with the Oklahoma summer rains. Christopher gazed out into the backyard and asked if my parents needed help. I told him they would be extremely grateful, as neither of my senior-aged parents are physically capable of performing yardwork. So, with his own money, Christopher went to the store and bought a machete and a tool for cutting weeds by hand. He spent several hours out in the backyard, cutting it by hand in the heat of the late Oklahoma summer, in order to ease my parents’ worries of being fined by the city. He then refused any kind of payment for his labor or reimbursement for the tools he had bought. Christopher loved working outside with his hands, and was always willing and happy to go the extra mile to meet others’ needs. His acts of service and kindness were frequent. If he could be of any help, help he did, and with a beaming smile on his face.



Over the course of 2015, Christopher began developing nerve and myofascial pain (pain originating from the muscles and connective tissue) so severe that he couldn’t even tolerate the weight of a feather against his skin. After a thorough examination, his primary care physician thought his symptoms could be related to hypothyroidism and began him on therapy for such. Steadily, he had to keep increasing his medications, in order to control his symptoms.

Then, in January of this year, our world was suddenly turned upside-down, when Chris developed what has only been labeled as “Cerebral Dysfunction.” His condition is so unique that doctors have struggled to identify and treat it. On January 12th, Christopher reported for work, but was sent home, when he began vomiting uncontrollably at a work site. Within a few hours, he developed a nerve pain so severe that he would drop to the floor, whimpering, shaking, and vomiting from the intense pain. He described it as “lightning,” because it would strike anywhere, at any time, and shock him throughout his entire body. Our little boy, Andy, who was only 15 months old at the time, was extremely intuitive. When Chris would crumple to the floor in a sobbing, pain-wracked heap, Andy would quietly come to his side, and place his hand on Christopher’s shoulder to provide comfort. When Chris would have to race to the bathroom to vomit from pain, Andy would follow him, shut the bathroom door, place his hand on Christopher’s shoulder, and stand beside him while he vomited. Andy wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew it was serious and showed true empathy for his daddy. At this time, Maggie was only a few weeks old. The pain was so severe that Christopher was barely able to hold our new little girl. He would fight through tears of pain to hold her for a few moments, before the pain became too excruciating, and he would ask me to take her.


After several days where his symptoms not only persisted, but worsened, his father arranged for Christopher to be seen in Amarillo by physicians his father knows and respects. He was first seen by a naturopath, who ran 22 panels of blood work on Christopher. Five days after this appointment, Christopher developed severe myoclonus, a medical term for uncontrolled movement, which affected his whole body and speech. Christopher’s myoclonus was so severe that he appeared to be having a constant seizure, although fully cognizant. Not only could Chris not even feed himself, but, at one point, it took him five minutes of struggling to even utter the word, “hungry.” Partial words were difficult. Full sentences were impossible. Sleep wasn’t even fathomable. Two days later, at his follow up appointment, the naturopathic doctor reviewed his panels with us. Most notable were that his liver enzymes were more than triple normal. Unfortunately, the labs revealed nothing to explain Christopher’s rapidly deteriorating condition.


That same afternoon, Christopher was worked in to see a very well-respected neurologist. The neurologist stated he believed the myoclonus was originating somewhere in the midbrain. Because Christopher’s condition was so acute, he was sent directly to the hospital for admission. While in the emergency room, Christopher had to be given massive doses of sedating medication to get him still enough to even get an MRI. During his stay, Christopher had a lumbar puncture (spinal tap), an EEG, MRIs with and without contrast, x-rays, and so much blood work that he became anemic. Although obscure infections, tumors, Multiple Sclerosis, seizures, brain lesions, and other conditions were ruled out, nothing of significance was found, which could explain his condition. During that week in the hospital, his pattern was that he would lose speech first, lightning pain would set in second, and the writhing (myoclonus) would manifest third. Because he would lose his speech first, I stayed awake almost all night, every night to watch over him, terrified his symptoms would run rampant, but he would be unable to call for help. Friends and family were kind enough to bring me food or have it delivered, because I could rarely be pried out of his room. They also took turns caring for Andy and Maggie, so that I could be with Christopher.

The medications they kept Chris on during his hospital stay suppressed his symptoms and kept him heavily sedated. However, his sleep was not restful, and his memory was basically nil. This provided an unexpected, repeated source of joy, however, when flowers from my brother and sister in-law arrived. He would wake up and exclaim, “Someone sent me flowers?!?!” So, I would bring the arrangement and included teddy bear to him. He would look appreciatively at his gifts, while I read the card aloud. Then, he would declare to the teddy bear, “You will make a great friend for my little girl, Maggie!” Shortly after his medication was administered, he would fall back asleep, wake a few hours later, see the gifts, and exclaim, “Someone sent me flowers?!?!?!” This went on for the next several days.

In between those happy moments, were heart-wrenching eternities when Christopher would writhe uncontrollably and sob from the shear agony. It pierced my soul to see him so tormented, but be able to do nothing, except hold his hand, watch, and fervently pray. Eventually, several doctors on the team which had been treating him, excused themselves from his case, because they were confounded by the complexity of Christopher’s condition and did not feel they were any use to his cause. Many doctors were afraid to touch him, because they understood so little what was happening to him.

After a week, he was sent home on a boatload of medications, in an effort to control his symptoms. The effects they had on Christopher were devastating. He could only understand 3-4 word sentences, had a memory only about 10 minutes long, and would become confused, if asked questions of any kind. To top it off, he became profoundly depressed. He was only a whisper of the man I fell in love with, who was still trapped and buried inside this storm raging within his body. After his release, I took him and our two little ones home to Oklahoma. When no one could see me, I wept bitter tears. I felt so lost without my Christopher, the love of my life and my very best friend. I wanted so much to seek his counsel and his comfort, but I knew it was not within his current abilities. In that moment, I thought, “Even if this is how you (Christopher) are for the rest of your life, I will love you and care for you, no matter what.”

During the next two months that followed, medications and dosages were changed several times. Nothing seemed to slow the steady, progressive march of his ailments. Christopher had gone from 190 lbs. on his 6’ 1” athletic frame to 223 lbs., even though his diet had not significantly changed. We also continued to seek the opinions of multiple specialists. The gastroenterologist we saw for his elevated liver enzymes ran blood work, which revealed his liver enzymes, although still abnormally high, had lowered, but his ANA (anti-nuclear antibodies), antibodies against himself, was eight times normal. From there, Christopher saw a rheumatologist, who examined him and ordered more lab work. Her findings were that the antibodies were not associated with an autoimmune disease, but were probably related to his neurological condition. Christopher steadily declined and was what doctors call “actively dying.”

Every week, we saw a nurse who specializes in Chinese and Thai massage techniques. She performed cranio-sacral therapy on him every Wednesday morning at 7am. She never charged for her services, but out of the kindness of her heart, put every ounce of expertise, knowledge, and resources into helping him. He would receive relief from his pain and be able to soldier on through the week. I will never forget her selfless kindness and dedication.

I begged and pleaded with God multiple times per day to spare my husband’s life. I asked that the right doctor who could help him would accept his case. I clung to that shrivel of hope with every fiber of my being. My husband, the father of my children, the love I’d waited my whole life for, was dying. We desperately needed a miracle.


One morning, as we were leaving his cranio-sacral therapy, we happened to cross paths with the therapist’s next client. She told the therapist that Chris reminded her of her late husband, who had his exact symptoms. The client asked the therapist to relay the information that her husband had been treated by a Dr. Bonlie, using some machine he had invented. Her husband had improved tremendously, but was, unfortunately, killed in a motor vehicle collision.

With that tidbit of information, I took to the internet that evening, after putting my family to bed. Eventually, I identified the inventor as Dr. Dean Bonlie of Calgary, Canada and his machine as the Magnetic Molecular Energizer (MME).


I read (www.amri-intl.com):
"Research with the Magnetic Molecular Energizer (MME) will be focused on diseases previously considered untreatable by conventional methods. This includes a wide variety of ailments such as spinal cord injury, brain injury, stroke impairment, multiple sclerosis, muscular dystrophy, cerebral palsy, Parkinson's disease, Alzheimer's disease, congestive heart failure, and orthopedic conditions involving bone and joint repair."

"MME is a treatment method that consists of the application of high (3,000 to 5,000 gauss) direct current electromagnetic fields. An MME device consists of two very large and strong electromagnets, with the patient lying in a focal point between the two electromagnets……."

"The Theory behind MME treatment goes like this:
When a patient is placed in the MME device there is a temporary increase in the magnetic force on the atoms composing the cells of his/her body in the area of the MME focal point. The force results in a higher velocity of some of the orbiting electrons. This increase in velocity of some electrons and not others causes precession or wobble of an atom and a higher charge on the valence electrons. Combined, the higher velocity and increased charge, leads to enhanced electron transfer. Electron transfer is the basic action in all chemical reactions in the body."

"So, the magnetic field of the MME device acts as a catalyst to improve chemical reactions occurring in the human body. This improves a variety of body functions in the area of the MME focal point, such as oxygen carrying capacity, assimilation of nutrients, manufacture of enzymes, metabolic waste removal, reduction of free radicals, tissue regeneration, and most importantly healing."



Having watched all forms of conventional treatment fail and my husband continue slowly withering away, I located an email address for Dr. Bonlie, gave a complete history of Christopher’s condition, treatment, and studies thus far, asked if Christopher were a good candidate for MME treatment, and if it could possibly help. At 1am, the email was sent. By 8am, Dr. Bonlie called me personally to say yes, the MME would not only help Christopher, but it might be the ONLY thing capable of reversing the damage. However, we would have to get him to an MME quickly. Time was of the essence.

I gave Dr. Bonlie’s contact information to Christopher’s father. After he looked more closely at the proposed treatment and also consulted Dr. Bonlie himself, he agreed that this was Christopher’s best shot. With that, our families banded together and pooled everything we had to arrange child care for Andy and Maggie, as well as pay for the treatment itself. Being MME treatment is still considered experimental, it is not covered by insurance. However, the clinic we were taking him to has a better than 80% success rate. This success includes taking a stroke patient with complete paralysis to the left side of his body and, after 500 hours, he could walk with a cane. After 1,000 hours, it was as if he had never had a stroke. Another example is a physician from California who had a compound fracture in her lower leg. After 10 days of 20+ hours a day of MME treatment, x-rays confirmed her bones had completely fused. They cut off her cast, and she flew home.

Within a week, Christopher and I arrived at the Advanced Magnetic Research Institute of Tucson. At this point, Christopher’s body was shutting down and his gut was impacted and had stopped moving altogether. The doctor said it was possible Chris could die within the next few days. Instead, after only two hours of MME treatment to his brain, all of Christopher’s symptoms subsided. He could think clearly and speak in full, fluid sentences. His pain had stopped, and he was no longer jerking.


After two days of treating the brain, the doctor decided to treat his liver for a few hours, due to his elevated enzymes. This set off a firestorm of detox. Christopher had black, necrosed tissue, which reeked of death, flooding out of both ends. His body was releasing toxins faster than he could eliminate them. For the next week and a half, it made it difficult for him to treat under the MME, during this healing crisis. This caused no small measure of anxiety, as the effects of the MME are cumulative. Christopher needed to be able to stack his hours, in order to receive maximum benefits.


Over this week and a half detox, the weight began to fall off of Christopher, as his body expelled the dead tissue and toxins that it had been sequestering away, and his gut began to move once more. Once he was through the worst of his healing crisis, Christopher was finally able to begin stacking his hours. He taped pictures of Andy and Maggie over his head to inspire him and remind him what he was fighting for. During this time, we discovered how incredibly sensitive to wireless signals Chris had become. An active cell phone in his hand would reawaken the lightning pain. Being out in public, surrounded by wireless devices, which were both sending and receiving signals, made him sick and weak.


At the end of four weeks in May, our limited funding had run dry. But, we were certainly not leaving empty-handed. After this four week stay, Christopher was able to come off of all medications and had returned to his normal weight of 190 lbs. The doctor reran his blood work, which now revealed he was negative for antibodies against himself, as well as his liver enzymes having returned to normal. As an added bonus, his eye sight had improved by a full point in both eyes! However, this new growth was still immature and fragile. It would take 3 months for the growth that had been far enough established to mature. That which was not well enough established, would die off.

After leaving Tucson, we returned to Canyon, Texas, where we were reunited with our precious children. This was the first time in Maggie’s life that Chris could really, finally hold our baby girl, without excruciating pain. She was 5 months old. Andy clung to me and refused to leave my side. There was no way he was letting me out of his sight, after having not seen his parents for a month. However, all of the electro pollution in the area caused Christopher’s visit at his parents’ house to be short lived. From there, I had to take him to his aunt’s cabin in Palo Duro Canyon, which borders a state park. This became, and still is, his sanctuary from all of the cell phone towers and wireless signals. After stocking him up on groceries, I took Andy and Maggie with me back to Oklahoma. We still had another month left on our lease for the home where we lived. Due to losing more than half of our income with Chris being unable to work, we had to give up our home in Oklahoma and downsized to a cozy two bedroom, one bathroom house in Canyon, Texas.

Despite taking extensive measures, which include EMF (Wi-Fi) blocking clothes, to this day, Christopher still has to limit the amount of time he spends in-town. The fabric attenuates the signal significantly, but does not negate it completely. Even with having wired internet connections only, only one television, replacing the smart meter with an analog meter for the house, no microwave, using capacitors to limit “dirty electricity,” not having a bunch of “smart” devices, and turning all cell phones off when he’s here, Chris has been unable to rejoin the kids and me under the same roof, due to all of the surrounding cell phone towers. He is so sensitive that he can tell you not only if a wireless device is on nearby, but he can identify whether it is an IPhone by the type and placement of his pain. Due to this sensitivity, prolonged exposure to EMF causes the reappearance of his symptoms. They are nowhere near as severe as they were before MME, but they are still debilitating, nonetheless.

Our families’ resources having previously been exhausted, we have begun this fundraising campaign, in order to get Chris back to Tucson for continued treatment, the only treatment that has been effective, which he so desperately needs. After going back to the neurologist on November 2nd, the neurologist stated it was his opinion we should continue MME treatment. We are asking for help in getting him at least another month of intensive MME treatment, travel to and from Tucson, food during his time in Tucson, any necessary medication, and equipment he will need at home, in order to continue his recovery. Currently, Christopher’s condition prevents him not only from functioning in a society inundated with wireless devices and cell towers, but from being with his family. More than anything, we want our family back together. Since January, he has major holes in his memory. This includes remembering that we got married, but not remembering much about the wedding itself, as well as remembering he was there for the birth of our children, but not really remembering their births in their entirety. Our hope is to complete his healing through MME treatment, restore our family, and be granted the opportunity to make new memories together. This is our cause. Please join us in our efforts, in whatever capacity you are able. We are eternally grateful.