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Oregon mother jailed for treating daughter’s cancer with homeopathic remedies




In a highly controversial case, an Oregon mother was sentenced to 90 days of jail and 3 years of probation for essentially making health decisions for her now 17-year-old daughter that the state didn’t like. The details are found in an Oregon Live article by Noelle Crombie on Feb. 27.

The article explains that the mother, Christina Gale Dixon, 39, decided to treat her daughter with CBD and other homeopathic remedies instead of chemotherapy, radiation, and surgery (conventional treatments for cancer). This wasn’t always the case, as her daughter, Kylee Dixon, was first diagnosed with liver cancer in 2018 and underwent three rounds of chemotherapy.

The article explains that the Oregon Department of Human Services got involved in late 2018 when the mother wasn’t allowing her daughter to be treated according to the allelopathic physicians. The state then took custody of her daughter, yet allowed her to live with her mother until Christina fled with her daughter to Las Vegas to avoid a scheduled surgery in June 2019.

The law found the daughter in Las Vegas, then took the daughter away from the mother and put her in foster care back in Oregon. Christina remained on the run until she turned herself into the authorities in August 2019.

The article explains that Deputy District Attorney Brain Powell urged the judge to sentence Christina to 19 months in prison.

The daughter did undergo successful surgery in 2020 according to the prosecutors. The article explains that Klyee wasn’t at the courtroom, yet supported her mother on her Facebook page. The father, Jim Dixon, was in the courtroom and after the hearing said he supported the prison sentence for his ex-wife.

This is an interesting story in Oregon that has far-reaching implications for parents who want to choose alternative paths of cancer treatment over conventional methods. What we learn from this case is freedom of choice with cancer treatments is no longer available in Oregon for parents.

Originally published at NewsBreak

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