By Roz Wheelock

When I met Dr. Plechner almost 30 years ago, I had been breeding Dobermans 5 years. His endocrine immune system testing interested me and we began doing his "E.I. 1" panel on all my breeding dogs. Prior to meeting Dr. Plechner, I had the same issues with health that most other breeders experience. By selective breeding, that is, using dogs with the best E.I. test results, we began getting Dobies with more balanced hormone levels, therefore, stronger immune systems.

A sudden and obvious improvement was total elimination of Demodectic Mange. In the early '80s a deadly disease came along…Parvo. In those years, most exposed puppies got sick, and the majority of them died. I used the same vaccines as most other local dog breeders, purchased at a local pet supply store. By mid-80s I had been doing one thing differently…Dr. Plechner's E.I. blood panel and selective breeding based on their results. I firmly believe this made the change in our pups' immune systems. I had a litter of ten puppies (second generation of tested parents/grandparents) exposed to an acquaintance's pup (purchased from another breeder) during the ride for ear cropping. They played together in the same vehicle, were handled by the veterinarian, as well as his staff. His pup came down with Parvo two or three days after the trip, and, sad to say, died several days later. None of my puppies got sick. In fact, Parvo became nonexistent for me, even though still a major issue for others. Dr. Plechner explained to me that because the puppies' immune systems were so good, they were better able to build a titer.

You would think this would be interesting news to the vets I have used over the years; but, it is not the case. Please read on…

There are things in our environment that can compromise a dog's immune system; i.e. insect bites, some products used in our yard and grass in parks, a stress, etc. Following are just four instances where Dr. Plechner made the difference, along with the outcome:

I got a call from an owner that her Dobie was in the vet's from a suspected Scorpion sting. Having tried everything he could for three days, the doctor said she was dying. I suggested she call Dr. Plechner and plan to get her to him immediately. She did and her life was saved.

My Dobies are known for their sweet disposition, so when a male began growling at his owners, I sent them to Dr. Plechner. This couple had already owned four of my Dobies and knew this was a 'fluke'. Sure enough, having gone outside of my line to do this breeding, we did get a dog with out of balance hormones. Thankfully, the protocol worked, and he became a 'good boy' again.

One of my own dogs, after weaning a litter, had been playing outside; she started having difficulty walking. The local veterinarian said the x-rays showed her neck was jammed, in fact, somewhat like an accordion! I took her to my chiropractor who adjusted her under sedation, twice. X-rays showed her neck was now perfect, however, her walking did not improve and she was having difficulty getting up. I decided to take her to Dr. Plechner, although I did not associate this 'illness' with what he does. He saw her and immediately said, 'her body is not healing itself'. We did her E.I.1 panel, and sure enough, she had become out of balance. Just two weeks into his protocol, I thought I saw a bit of improvement, maybe just my desire to have this sweet girl get well? However, by the end of the third week she was back to normal; able to run, spin, and do all the things that Dobies can do!

Another case - an owner called saying the vet had been treating her Dobie for high liver enzymes, that she had done all that could be done, but her dog was dying. I suggested the dog be taken to Dr. Plechner. He was tested and put on Dr. Plechner's protocol. He improved so much that in a short period of time her vet removed the dog from the treatment protocol saying the dog 'only had an infection after all'…however, he quickly deteriorated and died! 'Way to go doc!!'

It is beyond my comprehension! I get so angry, and at the same time, am very disappointed in the veterinary profession. Why are the majority of veterinarians apparently so arrogant, or afraid, or whatever it is, to try something new?

After a few years I did have to go outside of my line and use untested stud dogs, and allergies or other medical condition is seen in a dog. I have sent information to owner's veterinarians in several states asking them to try the protocol, per the owner's request, with no success! They won't even try…WHY? Because it isn't in textbooks yet? All they need to do is look at the results!!

Why should a dog have to suffer with an allergy, or an owner have to lose their beloved pet to elevated enzymes??

I have tried to find local veterinarians in my area of Southern California who would be willing to do the testing, and if needed, use Dr. Plechner's protocol on my OWN dogs…Dr. Plechner has been willing to evaluate the test results and consult. BUT, I am always told 'no'!!...even after I've described the numerous successes I personally have witnessed!

Is it pride that keeps a doctor from even looking at a protocol? Jealousy? Ignorance? Or just plain being 'stiff-necked'?

I want the choice to at least 'truly' try everything to save my animal!

I'd like other people to have the opportunity of being able to save theirs as well.

Here is the reason I have been told why veterinarians will not use the protocol, (how ridiculous is this to tell a pet owner whose dog is potentially terminal, or even just uncomfortable?):

Dr. Plechner's method is 'out of the mainstream'.

So, they won't even use it when an owner requests it! Again, why?? Here is my question:

If a pet is very sick or dying, and the treating veterinarian had tried everything that 'mainstream' has to offer, and it isn't working, why NOT try 'out of the mainstream'?

Why does death have to be the final answer?

Just my opinion, but it's based on my own experiences, and I just wish I'd found Dr. Plechner sooner!!

By Ken

Jazzy's story, as told by Ken - her biggest fan and who is humbly honored by her presence in his life.

I feel extremely fortunate to have found out about Dr. Plechner early in 2004. I heard him on a radio show, was spellbound by what he had to say and instantly ordered his book.

When the book arrived I read most of it, and - armed with a tiny, tiny understanding of Dr. Plechner's premise of the Endocrine-Immune imbalance, I began calling local veterinarians. My hope was to find at least one who would be willing to read Dr. Plechner's book and then work with Dr. Plechner, me and Jazzy to improve her health.

At the time, Jazzy had what everyone thought was IBD. She would be fine for several days or a couple weeks at a time. Then she would have days when she would vomit right after eating - IF she ate.

As a person who has been interested in alternative medicine for decades, I had previously sought alternatives for treating Jazzy. For example, we had taken her to a holistic veterinarian and for a few months we tried different homeopathic remedies. Unfortunately none of the remedies actually remedied the problem.

When I heard Dr. Plechner, I was encouraged we might actually make some positive strides in Jazzy's health.

Not too long into my search, I found a veterinarian who suggested coming in for a consultation. On the appointed day, Jazz, I and Dr. Plechner's book arrived at the office. I explained about the apparent IBD and the treatment we had so far sought. I told the local veterinarian about hearing Dr. Plechner on the radio and that what I had learned so far of the Endocrine-Immune problem made complete me. I remember to this day what the local veterinarian said: "I'm normally pretty conservative in my approach. I am open to taking a look. I'm going on vacation next week. I'll take the book with me. If I think there is something to it, I'll call you when I get back." I was thrilled the man was open minded enough to do this.

Lo and behold, a week or so later he called. He said to bring Jazz in for an exam and some blood work. So, off we went. While we waited for the results, I set up a consultation with Dr. Plechner. I don't have those first results right in front of me, but I remember Jazzy's estrogen was too high, her cortisol was too low and her IgA was too low: a classic I-E imbalance, the way I understand it.

Shortly thereafter, our local veterinarian and I got on the phone with Dr. Plechner. I found Dr. Plechner friendly and easy to speak with from the outset. Also, just as I had heard him on the radio, he certainly came across as anything but ego-driven. Based upon Jazzy's test results, he recommended a combined shot of Vetalog and Depo-Medrol. He explained this would give Jazz's system a jump start (and a longer-lasting infusion) of the cortisol her body needed. Dr. Plechner said this would stop the excess estrogen from being produced and then the IgA would come up. Once that had happened, then Jazz would ultimately be able to absorb tablet prednisone.

Our local veterinarian again was open minded enough to follow Dr. Plechner's advice and administered the shot.

Once again, I don't remember the specifics, but I recall that we eventually followed with tablet Prednisone and sometime later retested Jazz's blood. I do remember it wasn't very long before we saw all her numbers move into the recommended ranges. Jazz also appeared to generally feel better, and she was no longer having those days of nausea and vomiting.

I'm not a chemistry professor, a scientist, an MD or a veterinarian, but there sure seemed to be a noticeable correlation between her E-I numbers, the administration of the combined shot, followed by the tablet prednisone and her overall state of wellbeing. It appeared self-evident, at least to me.

From mid-2004 to January of 2009, Jazzy generally seemed to feel quite good and we only had blood work done every six months or so.

In January of 2009, the time came once again for some tests to be run. Jazzy's IgA came in at 73, just above the bottom of the range. However, nearly by accident, I found out the blood sample had taken a week to get to the lab. When I mentioned this to Dr. Plechner he said that the result could not be relied upon. He expressed some concern that the number may actually be lower, because in this battery of tests Jazz's glucose came in at 280. Our local veterinarian was somewhat concerned about the high glucose and said that she might be diabetic. I think he also said something about the prednisone might be the cause of her high glucose.

Anyway, a couple weeks later we ran a new glucose test, a total estrogen test and an IgA. This time I sent the samples overnight to NVDS.

The results showed estrogen a little high, glucose at 312 and IgA at 69 - a little low. [I should back up and say that a couple weeks prior to this, Dr. Plechner and I had begun talking about possibly increasing the steroid, as Jazz was getting older and perhaps she wasn't absorbing enough. He thought this may be causing the higher glucose, as well.

When these latest results came in, Dr. Plechner suggested we change to prednisolone and lower the dose by 5mg. He explained to me that prednisolone is usually more bioavailable (especially for cats), and we could therefore lower the dosage.

We made the change to prednisolone, waited a couple weeks and retested the glucose. As Dr. Plechner had suspected it might, it had in fact, come down.

Once again, to me, there appeared to be a correlation.

Unfortunately, I don't know what happened - if Jazz could taste the prednisolone or if she was just plain tired of the cottage cheese/rice/turkey mixture she'd been eating for a couple years, but she began having some challenges eating breakfast; this is the meal when she receives the steroid. Sometimes she wouldn't eat all of it, and this meant she was not getting the entire dosage she required every day.

About this time, Dr. Plechner and I began discussing the possibility she might need another injection to jump-start her system since her numbers were out of range; and now she probably wasn't getting enough steroid every day, so the situation was exacerbated.

Meanwhile, I was quite busy making arrangements to go away for a week. Because of this distraction, I was clearly not paying enough attention to Jazzy's needs. I was committed to go, and so I did.

Nearly every day while I was gone, I checked in with Linda to get reports on Jazz and find out if she was eating or not. Linda told me that breakfast was becoming even more challenging and that, for the most part, Jazz was not eating all of it. Now I see, in retrospect, this meant the passage of time without her receiving the necessary steroid was mounting.

The week progressed and the story stayed about the same: Jazzy not eating all her breakfast. Linda said Jazz even began to show less interest in dinner. This was a real red flag for me. Now I was anxious to get back to see for myself.

Finally, a week after I had left, I arrived back home. As soon as I saw Jazzy it was very evident she had lost weight. That evening at about 9:30 - way past her normal eating hour, I served her dinner. She had no interest in it…none. She wasn't talking either, and now I was really concerned, as she's normally quite vocal.

The next morning, Wednesday, I called our local veterinarian and took her in for an exam. He drew some blood and I asked for extra so I could send to NVDS for an IgA. Our vet examined her and gave her some fluids, since she was a little dehydrated. Jazz and I went home to wait for the results. I spent the rest of that day attempting to tempt her with four different cans of food (Limited Ingredient) in the hopes she would eat. She barely did, having only 2 ½ozs. for the day. Normally she would have an entire can, which is 5.5ozs.

The next morning, the call came. The results:

Glucose 222 (had come down a little - apparently with the increase of the steroid)

ALT (Serum Glutamic-Pyruvic Transaminase - I had to look it up) = 2236 - incredibly high: 100 is the upper range

ALP (Alkaline Phosphatase - I looked it up also) = 423 - very high: 62 being the upper end.

AST (Aspartate Aminotransferase - again, I looked it up) = 3122 - incredibly high: 55 is the upper end.

SPEC fPL ((feline pancreas-specific lipase) = 22 - very high: 3.5 being the upper end.

Our vet said with numbers like these an ultrasound was the next logical step, as there may be a tumor. My jaw fell on the desk and I'm sure my neighbors could hear my heart thumping in my chest. How could this be? Just a couple of weeks ago she was fine.

I made some calls and got us an appointment for an ultrasound later that same day. I gathered Jazzy and my courage, and we drove the 10 miles to the animal hospital. After waiting a while, a young man came out to get her. He explained everything they were going to do (except the part about shaving her tummy). He said they would have the result within an hour.

For the next 45 minutes, I paced back and forth in the parking lot. I kept trying to think positive thoughts: "She is fine." "She will be fine." It was a challenge, to be sure. My mind kept trying to run away with the negative. (On another note: why is that? Why do we - for the most part - kneejerk to the negative?) I was frightened and very upset about what was happening and what was next.

Finally they came and got me and took me to an exam room. Waiting, I paced some more. Then a very serious looking veterinarian came into the room. Barely a smile on his lips when he said, "Tell me about your girl." I gave him the Reader's Digest version of Jazzy's health history. Of course he looked askance at me when I mentioned Dr Plechner and the fact that Jazz is on a regular regimen of prednisone.

As I began the telling of the tale (or is it tail?), tears were welling in my eyes: this was a nightmare I never wished to have. After my recounting of Jazz's story, he finally said, "There is no evidence of a tumor." Thank God, I thought to myself and I cried for joy. One hurdle crossed. Then he said the evidence pointed to pancreatitis and hepatic lipodosis. Both serious by themselves, let alone at the same time, he said. I said I didn't know what hepatic lipodosis is and he said it basically means a fatty liver condition. He also said it could be secondarily caused by the pancreatitis. He explained, "Pancreatitis usually causes nausea and the lack of eating would cause her body to begin digesting stored fat, which would cause too much fat in the liver." Okay, makes sense to me.

We discussed further treatment. He wanted to aspirate her liver in order to make sure there wasn't a tumor. "No," was my quick response. I just kept thinking that she's really is okay, that this is some kind of accident or some anomaly. They gave her some fluids and we headed back home.

When we got home, I called Dr Plechner to tell him what had taken place. He agreed there was no need for further investigation of her liver. He said probably the best thing to do while we waited for the IgA result, was to get her to eat. But, and here's the part that scared the hell out of me: Dr. Plechner said that sometimes, especially in cats, the pancreas can become over-stimulated if they eat too much and begin producing digestive enzymes…and begin to digest itself. Someone wake me, please.

I am so very thankful that this scenario did not occur!

The next day, Friday, Jazz seemed somewhat improved. She ate more than ½ of a can. The following day, Saturday, she appeared to be about the same, but she only ate about 2.5ozs for the day.

Sunday morning, April 5th…she was not so good. Jazz had a very restless night; didn't sleep but about 5 or 10 minutes at a time. I know because I slept (or tried to) on the floor next to her and every time she changed her position, I woke up. By morning I think we were both exhausted.

When we both gave up and got up, I put a couple different flavors of the Limited Ingredient food in front of her. She only ate one small bite. She walked away and went to her little fleece pad in the dining room. Not good, I thought. A short time later, I found her on the bed, facing toward the wall - not looking out into the hall as she would usually do. This was also not a very positive sign.

By late morning, I had reached my anxiety limit. I was too upset to contemplate navigating a car, so I called a neighbor and asked if he would drive Jazz and me down to the animal hospital where I had taken her for the ultrasound. Yes, he said, and he came right over.

I held tears all the way to the hospital as we talked about our past animal companions. When we arrived, I carried Jazz inside. I was crying on and off while waiting for someone to come get us. They took us to an exam room and I talked with a different veterinarian about what they could do for her. She told me they would put her on IV's and probably give her an antibiotic and maybe something to quell the nausea. It seemed like the best that could be done for her right then. I said "goodbye" to her and I cried on the way to the front desk. I hated leaving her there, and I knew it was the best thing for her.

[Befitting the average daily cost, the hospital was quite extensive and impressive: they even have visiting rooms. Every time I went to see Jazz, they would escort me into a small, comfortable room, complete with sofa. There I'd wait a couple minutes and one of the nurses would enter from another door, with my beautiful girl in their arms. Every day she had a different colored 'sock' on her right leg. I called it a sock, but really it was the wrapping for the IV needles. What was unmistakable each time I saw her was the Light (Inner Light) in her eyes; it was bright and seeking and life-affirming. Her life force was clearly visible. She has always had a life force much larger than her physical size. I enjoyed our visits immensely and looked forward to the next one, which was just a few hours later.

For the next three days, I went to visit Jazzy three times each day. I wanted her to know that she was not going to be left there, as she had been much earlier in her life.]

Sunday was a long day. I visited her two more times. I was exhausted by that night.

Finally, after an interminably long several hours, Monday morning arrived and with it, the IgA test result. No big surprise: it was 57. The low end of the scale is 70. In a strange way, I was actually thrilled to see this result. Now I felt we very likely had the reason for all these effects. In a previous conversation, Dr. Plechner had explained the mechanism of this scenario to me: not enough steroid = too much estrogen = low IgA (therefore lack of antibody in the gut, therefore the pancreas is not protected); estrogen too high = inflammation running rampant, and so on.

That same morning, I met with the attending vet, the same who had originally talked to me on Thursday after the ultrasound. He discussed what they were doing for her. Before I even had a chance to bring it up, he said: "I'm not going to give her a shot of Depo-Medrol. It could kill her. With her liver in the condition it's in, when it hits her liver it could just take her out."

Not that I expected them to do it. Still, my heart sank when I heard those words. Time was passing, and with it I felt, were her chances of surviving all of this.

I came home from the hospital and called Dr. Plechner. He was wonderful. He gently and caringly counseled me, like a true friend, a better-informed brother. His care and concern came through loud and clear. No one else had given me anywhere near the time that he had given already. No one else had any suggestions. It seemed they were okay with standing by and watching whatever was going to happen. And this was completely and totally not acceptable to me.

When Dr. Plechner and I talked, he suggested that it was time for the shot - right now; no time to lose. I asked if he would be willing to talk to our vet and see if he (Dr. Plechner) could persuade him to administer it. Dr. Plechner said absolutely he would talk to him. I called our vet's office, gave them Dr. Plechner's number and begged for our veterinarian to make the call.

I waited. I paced. I was frightened: what will I do, if he says "No"? I really began to think about that possibility. What will I do if he says no? I wondered about my options and started thinking about putting Jazzy in the car and driving the several hundred miles to go to Dr. Plechner. Would my elderly car make it? How would the trip be on Jazz? Do I even have the money for gas? There were too many questions to consider and right now, no answers. I was prepared to do anything for her…anything!

I sought alternatives: what can I do, if the local veterinarian won't give her the shot? I began making calls to friends. I called everyone I could think of and asked for their thoughts and ideas…and prayers.

I followed every idea, every lead; no matter how seemingly insignificant. Unfortunately, it seemed to be one dead-end after another; one frustration after another.

I had what felt like one final idea. Step by step I followed that idea, and it actually started to appear that it just might work. A contingency plan was beginning to take shape; a plan based on Dr. Plechner's work and what we had done for Jazz several years prior.

That night dragged on.

Morning arrived, even though to me it felt like afternoon. Our vet called; my heart thumped. He said he just couldn't bring himself to give her the shot; that it goes against everything he's ever been taught. In wanting to appeal to his common sense I gently reminded him that two months earlier we watched her glucose come down, after we'd increased the prednisone. He replied, "Yes, I remember." Then, with tears in my eyes and sobs in my voice, I told him I would sign any and every piece of paper he wanted from me, stating I would hold him harmless from whatever the outcome was, until the end of time.

He said, "I just can't do it."

I called Dr. Plechner and told him of our vet's response. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. I told him I had a contingency plan. I told him what it was and he was very happy to hear the news.

*** Before going any farther, I need to make it clear that throughout the preceding week, Dr. Plechner was steadfast in his assistance to me. I realized that this man, who is hundreds of miles away, is not my cat's hands-on veterinarian, and he's giving me much more time and showing more concern than anyone else. Prior to April 2, I thought I had a pretty good idea of the veterinarian named Dr. Al Plechner and the depth of his caring for animals. Now I was also getting a look inside the man named Al Plechner and what I could see was humbling. The extent of his passion and humanity for helping animals appeared depthless. ***

That day, Tuesday, I went to visit Jazz three times, as usual. She did appear to be vastly improved from Sunday, and she was eating much better. The plan remained to bring her home the next day.

Wednesday morning I had a meeting with the hospital veterinarian. They had rerun her blood work and he brought me up to date on her condition. Her ALP was up a little. But, the ALT was down by 50%! He really didn't have much to say about that, merely, "Hm. She's improving." Curiously to me, he did not appear to be curious. I wondered if these positive changes in her blood work might have been because she was getting 5mg of IV prednisone each day.

Business having been concluded, I left the hospital happily carrying my best pal in the world. I was elated! She's going home.

The rest of that day she did okay. She ate some, but didn't seem to have much energy. This was to be expected, I imagined, as she had been through a lot and also was probably stressed from being away from home and surrounded by other animals. I was beyond happy to have her home; the place just wasn't the same without her. I feel pretty certain the house had missed her, too.

The next morning, Jazz was slow to rise. She had, however, slept through the night on the bed next to me - which she hadn't done since this all began. She ate a little and then lay down on her fleece pad on the floor of the dining room. She didn't move much the rest of the morning.

I was beginning to be concerned all over again. Clearly, she was back sliding already. I did not have a good feeling about where she was headed if this was allowed to continue.

It only took a couple hours of observing her for it to become crystal clear that something needed to be done. I put my plan-in-the-wings, into motion.

By the time the plan came to fruition, my heart was on the floor - with Jazz, who had not moved much since early morning. I could see she was sinking and I was praying - hoping that there was still time; that it wasn't too late for her to recover.

The plan came into being at 11:30AM on Thursday. Now, we wait…and pray.

I stayed close to her for the rest of the day. Gradually, slowly at first, she began to move around. Then, she got up from her bed and ventured into the kitchen. This was a very good sign! I was crying for happy at the sight of her in the kitchen. I fed her as often as she was interested in eating.

She slept well that night.

The next morning, as soon as she got up, she was ready to eat! Within 25 hours, she was clearly - without a doubt - taking a turn FOR THE BETTER. If I had not been there to witness it, I'm not sure I would believe it. Literally, as each hour passed, she appeared to be feeling better and better.

This is NOT an exaggeration! I thought this kind of miraculous occurrence only happened in films or in Fairy Tales. I was witness to an absolute real miracle!

Jazzy's appetite really began returning…in earnest. Except for those long-gone when the IBD would flare up - which were BEFORE we met Dr Plechner, she's always loved to eat. Now, my beautiful Angel-in-Kitty-Clothes (as I like to refer to her) was eating like she used to…even better.

I can't describe how this turn-around felt to me. My world was righting itself, from having been completely upside down and twisted in knots. This exquisitely precious being called Jazzy was returning to health, minute by minute.

The following Tuesday, only 5 days after implementing the plan, I took her to see our veterinarian. He had called that morning and asked how she was doing. As it happened, she did seem a little "off" that day, so I decided to take her in for a quick once-over and some blood work. Our vet repeated the SPEC fPL and the liver enzyme tests and a couple others.

Note: All of this may need to be under the heading of "Opinion." However, this is me talking to you right now: one to one. It's my "opinion" that what follows really belongs under the heading "Fact."

What I observed over those first days (and now weeks) is nothing short of - if not actually - a miracle.

To me, it's a fact that she has not only improved to her pre-illness condition, she has improved beyond that point. I say this because of what's to follow.

Our vet called me the next day with the test results. Here they are (and these are "facts"):

ALP - now 276, down from a high of 423 = a 30% reduction in a few days

ALT - now 252, down from a high of 2,236 = an 88% reduction in a few days

SPEC-fPL - now 5.3, down from a high of 22 = a 75% reduction in a few days

Glucose - now 254, down from a high of at least 300

It is now April 30, only 21 days since the plan was implemented. I have not had any blood tests redone since the 14th. I will repeat these and an IgA soon.

Dr. Plechner called me a couple days ago and asked after Jazz. I was touched by his call. Obviously, this is an unusual man - not only a wonderfully uncommon veterinarian; he possesses a huge heart. I happily reported to him that she is doing better than even I had hoped. I told him she appears to be drinking from the Fountain of Youth. She's acting more energetic and she is more 'vocal' than I have seen and heard in a couple years. He was genuinely thrilled to hear the news, as I was to relate it to him.

From the bottom of our hearts, we thank Dr. Plechner for his knowledge, his humanity, his empathy, his caring and his heart.

During this journey from Jazzy's dire illness, to her restoration to health, I feel we experienced an infinitesimal portion of the ridicule and doubt and incredulity Dr. Plechner most surely has faced for the last 44 years. We, therefore, especially wish to thank him for his indefatigable courage; his courage to go against the grain, to swim upstream, to buck the system, to stand his ground and have the courage of his convictions - the courage that comes from the KNOWING that his work…works, and saves lives.

Dr. Plechner, Jazzy, Linda and I humbly thank you for all that you have done and continue to do. We thank you for helping give Jazz her health and her life back.

I pray Jazzy and I have many more years together, for I can't imagine life without her.

It is with great love, respect and appreciation that we dedicate this Story with a Happy Ending to Dr. Plechner, a true humanitarian, and in our opinions, a Nobel Prize winning man.

Jazzy, Linda and Ken