The story from Chester A. Heath!
When I was a child, an overly affectionate aunt with fever blisters kissed me. A few days later I broke out with my first disgusting cold sore. I was devastated.
From that time on, I was teased constantly about my blistered and cracking cold sores. The students in my school were relentless. Most of their parents were professors at the State University. My father was a dairy farmer. Being a farmer’s son, I was tortured with their mean spirited joking: “Your lips look like you’ve been kissing cows.” I began to understand how a leper must feel.
I felt embarrassed and alone. I quickly discovered that if I used my brain to defend myself, I was given some respect. My motto became: “If they won’t be my friend, I’ll make them respect me.” Emotionally, I pulled away from people and hid behind the unfeeling facade of a cool calculating brain. I never allowed myself to get emotionally involved in relationships.
I spent much of my time alone. I talked my father into letting me convert an old farm shed into an electronics fixit shop. I spent my spare time repairing car radios, televisions, and everything I could get my hands on. I soon gained a reputation as an electronic genius, distancing me further from my school mates.
My life ambition was to be a doctor. However, as I started school with this goal, I soon realized being a doctor meant I would have to interact with people. I reluctantly gave up my dream and settled for a degree in Electrical Engineering with a Math emphasis. Because of constant cold sore outbreaks and my fear of others’ disgust, this was neither the first, nor the last goal I let slip away.
Sadly, I have given up many opportunities because I could not face others in social situations. Each time opportunities arose, I gracefully declined. The idea of socially interacting with others literally terrified me. I preferred to remain distanced and keep detached and safe. Because of my intellectual ability, competence, and work ethic, I was given many opportunities to move into management positions. However, I passed these opportunities by, remaining in the less lucrative teaching and technical jobs. Top
Because of my social stigma I would never go to my high school reunions. Every year I was invited, and every year I turned them down. A few years ago when my wife became terminally ill with cancer, she began encouraging me to try new things and to take advantage of opportunities I previously declined. Recently, after being invited to another high school reunion, she said to me, “You really ought to go to one.” With her sensitive prodding, she convinced me to go.
The road trip to the reunion was filled with various topics of conversation. Inevitably, the reunion and my experiences in high school came up and my wife gently posed the question, “Didn’t you ever have a little heart throb in high school?”
I said “Yes, I was madly in love with someone, but she never knew. Even though I was smitten with her, I never even talked to her.” I pointed out that one of our children and a grand child coincidently shared her name.
Quickly I changed the subject by asking about her high school heartthrob. She told me all about him and how disappointed she was when he only asked her on a few dates. Because she played a little hard to get, he moved on and dated other girls. Although I felt badly she had been hurt by her first love, I was grateful she now wore my ring on her finger.
At the class reunion I introduced my wife to a few people. And then, “She” walked towards me. It was like being transported back in time. I was the teenage farm boy with cold sores. I couldn’t think; I couldn’t talk; my tongue was tied; and my heart was pounding in my chest. Noticing the signs of my discomfort, my wife quickly introduced herself to this person from my past. After their brief introduction, she and my wife were pleasantly conversing. I was extremely uncomfortable. For me, this woman symbolized my social failures.
In the middle of their conversation, the woman stopped and asked, “Chester, did you know I had a little crush on you in high school?”
I about fell out of my chair, I couldn’t say a word. With a warm smile my wife said, “Well he had a crush on you too.”
In amazement, the woman exclaimed: “Really? There was a short pause and she sadly stated, “I never knew.” Top
I don’t remember the rest of the conversation. I was stunned. I actually could have dated her in high school! However, the preoccupation with my cold sores prevented me from enjoying the fun of dating in high school. I felt cheated.
When my wife asked me on the way home why I never dated this woman in high school, my only response was, “Well, because I was a dairy farmer’s son and she was a professor’s daughter.” Although it seemed a weak excuse, it was all I could come up with at that time.
Later this conversation came back to haunt me. As I began putting this book together, our committee was in the middle of a planning meeting. Some one suggested, “The name of your book should be Taking Back Your Life.”
Those words triggered a flood of emotions from my previous conversation about the high school reunion. It suddenly hit me why I thought the possibility of dating this girl in high school was so beyond me and out of my reach. I was the farm boy with disgusting cold sores. In addition to lost possibilities, I had given up my life long goals and molded my life around hiding my condition. I was so shocked I could barely move. Could cold sores really have affected my life that much? I abruptly ended the meeting and sent everyone home. I was overcome with a deep and painful sadness.
My discomfort with emotional closeness has repeatedly affected the quality of my relationships and ultimately the quality of my life. I have been married three times and sadly, because of my cold sores, I remained detached and hardly ever kissed my spouse.
Prior to her death, my first wife and I were married 12 years and brought seven wonderful children into our family. Because my cold sores were so severe during our marriage, I rarely kissed her for fear of infecting her with cold sores. Imagine being married twelve years and hardly ever kissing your spouse! It stunned me to realize that we spent all this time together, and yet missed out on the closeness, sweetness and tenderness of kissing. Although I loved my wife, I must have seemed like the coldest fish in the world.
Even in family photos I never smiled for fear of my cold sores cracking, bleeding, and the blood oozing down my face. I looked so cold and unapproachable in pictures. Yet this was how I portrayed myself to the world. This was the face my children, family, and others knew. Top
After my first wife died in a car accident, I was devastated. Forming new relationships frightened me. I struggled with my loss, raising my children, and feeling alone. Although it was difficult for me, I eventually remarried.
My second wife accused me of not being “affectionate.” As a “brain” I played professor and researcher, leaving my wife to raise the children. We brought three more children into our growing family. Although I loved her, I was not able to express my love in a way she could understand. Similar to the situation in my first marriage, I feared infecting my wife with cold sores. We rarely kissed. Now, looking back on it, I think of how unaffectionate and detached I must have seemed. These memories bring great sadness to me. I shudder to imagine how cold I seemed to my wife and my children. An increasing distance grew between us. After six years of marriage, we divorced. This failed relationship increased my feelings of isolation. It seemed that the only constant relationship I had in my life was with my cold sores. I hated my cold sores.
My cold sores also had a strong hold on my professional life. I completed much of my work in isolation. However, an opportunity arose which helped me to grow socially and professionally. The opportunity came through an association with a fellow airplane owner who taught at a local college. We often discussed airplane problems and solutions. After one of these discussions, he said, “You really explain things well. You should come teach at the college. The students would really love you!”
Sarcastically I replied, “Oh sure, I would be just great at that.” He persisted until I finally gave in. This was totally out of my character. Amazingly, I found myself sitting in an interview for a faculty position. I kept thinking, “What am I doing? I’m not a people person. I don’t do things like this!”
To my surprise the administration offered me the position with a very competitive salary. I was amazed. Although lacking in confidence, I accepted the offer. Top
Still suffering with chronic outbreaks of cold sores, I quickly devised a plan for concealing the unsightly sores and stuck to it like clockwork. Whenever I developed the sores, I would hurry to my office and stab the blisters with a needle to drain the sores. I would conceal the blemishes with makeup. During the class break and between classes I would again sneak back to my office and perform the same painful procedure. I never let my students or associates know of my condition. I forced myself never to smile or laugh in front of my students for fear of the sores breaking open and oozing down my chin.
In order to be somewhat entertaining, I wrote jokes into my lectures. It was carefully orchestrated. I related the bits of humor to specific lecture points, leaving me free to have a calculated ponderous look. I avoided even the hint of a smile.
For almost thirty years I hid my condition so well that even my closest students and associates did not know about the severity and frequency of my cold sores. I gained the reputation of being the most stern and serious professor in the department. My students’ evaluations reaffirmed my childhood goal with these comments “He is not very friendly but he sure knows his stuff!” I had their respect.
For me, hiding and fighting cold sores was an ongoing, all consuming battle. I tried every topical cream and medicine imaginable. Though I was eager to find a cure, I did not find any medication that worked. In fact, rather than help, some medicines had horrible side effects.
After exhausting all known medical options to treat my cold sores, I vowed to carry out my own research on finding a more effective non-invasive treatment. Other circumstances in my life were also leading me in this direction. My wife became ill with cancer and I retired to spend more time at home caring for her. It was at this point that I began a serious investigation ultimately leading to the invention of the Viral Inhibitor, a portable hand held, battery operated device designed to prevent cold sores and other Herpes type virus problems. Top
When I finished the first prototype, my first thought was: Would it work on my own sores? The first trial began with a tingling on my lip. A cold sore was developing, however within eight applications the tingling stopped. The sore never formed. I couldn’t believe it! Looking back on my accomplishment of inventing the apparatus, although it was a joy to successfully complete the calculations and planning on paper; it was a far greater joy to see my life long fight with cold sores end the day the prototype was completed.
Soon after the initial trial I developed a cold blister before I applied the initial application. For me, an untreated blister typically lasted for two weeks or longer. The very day I applied the Viral Inhibitor, the blister was gone, leaving no scar or evidence of an outbreak. Although I was cautiously optimistic, I repeated my self-trials numerous times. Each time the Viral Inhibitor was 100% effective. I was a believer.
A few curious friends and family members started noticing my smile, something that previously was a rare occurrence. My smiling led others to ask “why?” I was excited to share the story of the Viral Inhibitor.
I first made a few units for family members. However, the word was soon out and others were eagerly asking me to make more. One day a doctor called me who had heard about the Viral Inhibitor from an associate. This doctor was treating a patient with genital herpes and wanted to offer the Viral Inhibitor as the recommended treatment. He later called and told me of the successful outcome. He also wanted to purchase additional devices.
With each success story, the word spread. Soon there were several hundred individuals in the area reporting successful outcomes with the Viral Inhibitor. I remained cautiously optimistic. I knew it worked for me, but each time I had the same question: “Would it work for this individual too?”
Now it has been over a year and so far it has worked for every single person suffering with a herpes related virus. One day at church a woman came up to me and told me she had not been attending church regularly for many years. She had such painful outbreaks of shingles that she often could not leave her home. After using the Viral Inhibitor, her life has totally changed. She no longer suffers with shingles. Her story echoes the numerous other success stories. Top
Convincing the professionals!
Unfortunately my doctor who has treated me for cold sores for fifteen years has never seen the results of the Viral Inhibitor. Just as I developed the first prototype my doctor turned his practice over to a new physician. By the time I met my new physician the blisters were gone. When I told him about the Viral Inhibitor and my previous condition he dismissed my story and never paid it much attention. Then an interesting set of circumstances occurred. I was diagnosed with a terminal case of Over-Active (Auto) Immune Hepatitis. At the same time a fatty growth formed on my neck and an odd shaped crusted wart started growing at an incredible rate on my arm. Because I was so ill, my doctor suggested I wait to have the growths tested. My medical condition needed to be somewhat stabilized prior to initiating surgery.
Because of the accelerated growth and size of the wart, the doctor suggested it might be cancerous. Having discussed the Viral Inhibitor many times, he jokingly suggested I could try it on my own wart. I quickly countered his suggestion, stating that the Viral Inhibitor only worked on viruses like herpes. When he offhandedly informed me that warts are caused by a virus, I was intrigued. I rushed home and started using the Viral Inhibitor on the wart eight times a day, every hour, without fail.
At first nothing happened. I continued the applications. After a few weeks of using the Viral Inhibitor I became frustrated and quit. Not long afterward, I was with my son at a restaurant. He noticed something strange falling from my shirt sleeve. When I rolled up my sleeve I discovered the crusty top of the wart had come off, revealing a smooth surface of healthy skin underneath. I quickly resumed using the Viral Inhibitor on the affected area.
I made an appointment with my doctor. He was stunned to see that the uncrusted wart was now decreasing in size. A few weeks later my doctor re-checked the site and could not believe that the wart was continuing to recede and healthy skin was growing in its place.
Two months after my doctor’s mocking comment jokingly suggesting I use the Viral Inhibitor to treat the wart, he stood scratching his head puzzled at what occurred. He was stunned. He could hardly wait to get one to try out. Luckily I had one with me. Top
He hurriedly told me about his wife’s horrible struggle with moles. She had suffered with hundreds of moles even on the bottom of her feet. She has not been able to wear high heels, a situation she had lived with for years. She tried everything imaginable to get rid of the moles. Previously she had several cut off, leaving painful scars increased her discomfort in wearing shoes and walking. She reluctantly resolved herself to accepting her situation and the fact that her moles were a life-long curse she would have to bear.
I was a little lost at why he was bringing this up until he almost shouted with excitement, “moles are caused by a herpes type of virus too.” He took a Viral Inhibitor home to his wife and started her treatments immediately.
One month later I was surprised by the shortest wait for a doctor’s exam I have ever had. No sooner was I in the waiting room than my doctor burst through the door. “I owe you over seven thousand dollars.” He quickly updated me on his wife’s condition: Over 100 of her moles were gone. Prior to using the Viral Inhibitor, as a professional courtesy to the doctor’s wife, one of his collogues cut the moles off for seventy dollars per mole. However, because of the painful scarring from this procedure, she refused to continue. She still had hundreds of moles left when she started using the Viral Inhibitor. Because of the successful results with the Viral Inhibitor, he calculated saving over seven thousand dollars for his wife’s treatments!
I was pleasantly surprised a few days later when I received a kind note from his wife thanking me for the Viral Inhibitor. My doctor currently offers Viral Inhibitors to his patients suffering with herpes viruses. He is conducting clinical trials “to find the optimal dosage” for various conditions. He plans on publishing these results with the medical community.
I had a similar experience with my dentist. It is a common safety practice for a dentist to “tent” their patients when they have cold sores. In other words they stick this little “tent” in your mouth spreading out over your lips and face. When I asked my doctor why he subjected me to this kind of torture, he told me he didn’t want to get cold sores from me. I guess I didn’t hide them as well as I thought. Top
On one particular visit he asked me “Where are your cold sores?” When I told him I don’t get them anymore he became very curious. I quickly told him about the Viral Inhibitor. I was delighted he wasn’t going to “tent” me. In conversation he mentioned his daughter suffered with cold sores. That day he purchased several Viral Inhibitors from me.
Soon his daughter and his receptionist both were using the Viral Inhibitors. He now sells them out of his chain of dental offices. His patients are eager to prevent any more cold sores. He is working on a plan to nationally market the Viral Inhibitors to other dentists. He has presented articles and lectures on the effectiveness of the Viral Inhibitor.
One of my associates knew a psychology professor who suffered with cold sores. She routinely had large sores on her lips. Scars around her mouth evidenced the severity of previous outbreaks. She had tried topical medication, herbal remedies, and antiviral prescription drugs, however nothing really worked to prevent the cold sores. After hearing about the Viral Inhibitor, she was skeptical, but out of desperation opted to try the device. She immediately used the Viral Inhibitor on a new outbreak. Within a few days, her cold sores were gone. She quickly became dedicated to the cause. She was so excited about the effectiveness of the Viral Inhibitor that she offered to help me with conducting research, marketing, writing brochures, scripting a video, and writing a book. Being sensitive to the pain of those suffering with cold sores and herpes related viruses, she is eager to communicate hope to others. Top
Spreading the news!
Since selling the very first Viral Inhibitor, I have received hundreds of wonderful letters thanking me. I have many new friends. When I started this book, I realized my story was not unique. Many others also suffered with the embarrassment, pain, and frustration of cold sores and herpes related viral conditions. As I listened to their stories, I realized that others also felt strongly and could join me in saying, “I want to take back my life!”
In hearing others’ stories, I soon I found my condition was mild compared to some. My pastor called me into his office one day. He heard from others sharing their stories of how their lives were changed with the Viral Inhibitor. After a few interviews with these individuals he privately dismissed the idea as “snake oil.”
However, when he called me in to his office, he seemed very upset about something. Uncomfortably he said, “Chester, I think I have made a terrible mistake.” An eleven year old in his congregation confided in him about something very private. Embarrassed and not knowing where to turn, she told him her secret: she had genital herpes. She was extremely distraught about her condition and came to him seeking advice. He informed her it was not a serious condition because it was not life threatening. She responded with a polite “oh” and left his office. A few days later, she ended her life. He shook as he told me, “I think your product might have saved her life if I would have offered that option to her. I wish I had believed in your Viral Inhibitor earlier.” I tried to console him. He was not aware of the seriousness of the matter until it was too late. Top
Facing those with ulterior motives!
Since I first developed the inhibitor, I have had many who want to tell everyone they find how well it worked on them. Although some are altruistic in their motives, others see dollar signs flashing in their eyes. I have experienced both extremes in motivation.
I have been literally attacked by sharks coming out of the woodwork trying to steal my invention. The first salesperson I talked to wanted to finance it but after he failed to produce any funding, he claimed ownership and tried to steal the Viral Inhibitor from me. I quickly patented the Viral Inhibitor and coated the electronics with protective potting.
At the same time an international pharmaceutical company approached me with a very substantial offer. However, I soon realized they simply wanted to eliminate the competition, never intending to get it out to those who desperately need the product.
A little while later, one of my electrician friends who was helping distribute the Viral Inhibitor began acting as if he had invented the Viral Inhibitor! I saw the old familiar flash of power hunger and greed in his eyes.
Although I have had several substantial offers from those wanting to buy me out and other so-called friends and associates who have tried to steal the invention from me, I am not giving up on getting this product out to those who need it. This product changed my life. Others have been helped by it. And regretfully many others need the help. I cannot forget the eleven year old girl who needed help and could not find it.
With more work and ingenuity, I will get the Viral Inhibitor to others who need it. The Viral Inhibitor gave me a new life and freedom from pain and embarrassment. I want others to have this same freedom. Top
A final note of success!
When I retired I found several stashes of my cold sore makeup. This was how I always concealed those disgusting cold sores. At first I could not bring myself to throw it out because I feared getting another cold sore. After so many years of fighting cold sores, it seemed unbelievable that the Viral Inhibitor could completely prevent them. It was very difficult for me to finally realize that I was not going to have another cold sore. However, after a year of being cold sore free, I could confidently state: “It really works.” It took a full year before I could finally throw out the makeup. I felt like a triumphant warrior that day as I threw out the trash!
I always checked the corners of my mouth to see if I had a blister or was developing a blister. It’s been almost three years since I have had a blister on my face. But old habits are hard to break. My kids still tease me when I touch my lips, checking for cold sores that are no longer there.
When I discovered how cold sores affected my life, all my defensive habits suddenly became apparent to me. All my fears and emotional scars from the past continued to direct my life. My decision was to be respected for my logic and intellect, like Spock on Star Trek. I convinced myself that I would rather be respected than loved. It took me fifty years to realize why I made that decision as a youth. It is so nice being able to spend time with my children and grandchildren, smiling and joking for the first time in my life. One of my sons told me, “You’re a different person, Dad. It’s nice.”
I was changing and that change brought joy into the lives of those closest to me. After my divorce from my second wife, I married Lynne, the love of my life. She was the dearest and sweetest person I ever knew. Even though I knew how much I loved her, we continued to have the same exact conversation every few months. She would ask, “Do you love me?” I would reply, “Don’t I treat you good? Don’t we have a nice home? Don’t I provide well for you?” “Am I not faithful to you?” To me those things were evidence of my love for her. Top
This limited definition of love changed for me in the last few years of my life. I began to change after the Viral Inhibitor freed me from cold sores. It was only then that I kissed my wife without fear of infecting her. Those last few months of her life, we shared a sweet closeness I had never known before. Kissing brought intimacy into our relationship. This was the comfortable and close feeling my wife and I were never able to share until now. In sharing tender kisses our affection grew those last few months of her life. Just before she died I realized she hadn’t asked me the ongoing question for a while. When I stated, “You haven’t asked me for a while,” she knowingly replied, “I don’t have to, I know you love me.”
I smiled. I was filled with a warm and content feeling. Now as I face the final days of my life, I remember those happy times. I was healed physically and more importantly my wounded spirit was healing.
I hope that my story will help the millions of individuals suffering with the pain and isolation caused by herpes viruses.
More specifically, my hope is that others will use the Viral Inhibitor to free their lives of pain and embarrassment, opening opportunities for personal fulfillment and happiness.
If you are suffering from a herpes virus, may this story and the Viral Inhibitor bring hope back into your life. I hope you too will learn to smile again.
Chester A. Heath