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The Herbal Medicine Chest Part I

“The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.”

~Voltaire (1694 – 1778)

The thing with herbal healing that often gets overlooked is its role in providing immediate access to comfort and cures of the annoying little everyday things. How many wasted hours are spent trying to access services or controlled medications when those little rashes or styes could have been immediately addressed with the herbal medicine chest in one’s own home?

My family has always handled these kinds of things without the added stress or delay of “going in.” We keep a supply of herbal medicines for many purposes. The most significant is a group of infection fighters like golden seal, Oregon grape root, olive leaf, wild oregano oil, eucalyptus essential oil, and a patented silver nanoparticle product that has been confirmed safe by the FDA because it does not lead to the build-up of toxic silver levels in the body the way that colloidal silver does (Olerich, 2009).

When you want to tackle an infection without antibiotics, it requires a hard-hitting approach. You must use multiple naturopathic anti-infectives, alternating them every hour until the symptoms break, then continuing to take them three-four times a day for a good week to ten days. It’s a hassle of its own kind, but one that our family and Mom’s clients found more palatable than waiting in pain for an appointment and having our immune systems challenged by over-use and side effects of antibiotics. This is especially important to people like Mom who suffer from systemic candida overgrowth and / or non-alcoholic liver disease.  In Mom’s case, long-term workplace exposure to industrial and salon chemicals destroyed her liver, immune system, and ability to tolerate other common substances like food dyes and additives, perfumes, synthetic fibers,  or household cleaning products. Today’s term for the condition is multiple chemical sensitivities. Mom  turned her home into a toxin-free haven and at its worst, she stayed inside for months on end, much like David Vetter (1971 – 1984), who became known as The Bubble Boy due to his genetic condition called Severe Combined Immunodeficiency.

Article about Mom in local newspaper, 1983
p. 2 of news article

Mom was diagnosed with only a five percent liver function in 1982 – 1983. With a compromised liver, individuals often have difficulty metabolizing drugs.  Inadequate drug excretion and persistently elevated serum drug levels can lead to drug toxicity and further damage to the liver and other vital organs (Rowden, 2023). This illustrates the importance for some people to have safe alternatives to drugs when dealing with everyday health concerns. Of course, we know that the liver is a regenerative organ that can regrow even after 90% of it has been removed (Reynolds, 2021). Mom worked tirelessly for the rest of her life to reduce further liver damage (through avoidance of toxins) and to support her body nutritionally to rebuild liver function. For her, the herbal medicine provided more than just a treatment path for everyday ailments but a total nutritional approach to feed her body the micronutrients that could support self-healing. Evidence of the efficacy of her approach is in the lab results over time. Without prescriptions, and in her own home, after leaving the hospital against medical advice in 1983, her liver enzymes and other functional lab results went from lethal levels to a partly normalized status, which allowed her to live another forty years, albeit with serious restrictions.

Using Mom’s principles and knowledge of other herbalists’ teachings, I too have successfully treated varicose veins, full-blown mastitis, mild UTIs, stomach issues, hernias, pink-eye, cuts and bruises, anemia, and many other things for myself, the kids, pets, friends, and my own clients in a perinatal clinic.  I’m not claiming any status here; it’s the opposite. The stories demonstrate that each of us can go to our own plant medicines and pick out what will help for many things without having to engage with the broken parts of the medical system for non-emergency situations.

Mom disengaged from the medical system because it reached a point where no further help could be offered for her autoimmune disease, and the experimental, “last resort” drugs were known to cause more harm than benefits. She did not live a risky existence for injuries and severe illnesses like heart disease, diabetes, or cancer, so she did not have to rely on medicine for many things, but she did occasionally need its  help, such as for thyroid medication in later life and to remove her gallbladder when it was over-wrought with painful stones. 

That is the beauty of self-directed, home-remedies as basic first-line healthcare. We can use the accessible plant medicines for the things that are less serious or beyond medical help and turn to allopathic medicine for things that do not respond to or should not be handled by home remedies.  There is a surprisingly long list of things that can be helped on our own. The two drawbacks I’ve experienced are taking herbal treatments before seeing a medical doctor, which sometimes reduces symptoms and prevents the physician from identifying the problem -or- the plant medicine is contraindicated with the proposed drugs and a decision about stopping the herbs vs. not starting the drugs has to be made. 

I spent the past several weeks combing through archival materials about ancestral midwives and found that herbal and home remedies used before the Modern era were effective for treating severe conditions beyond simple maladies. Ancestral healers treated their neighbors’ and friends’ serious issues with little more than the local plants of their regions. One midwife, an African American woman who went by Aunt Mary Ann Menard (née Labuche) (ca. 1767 – 1833) was known to use herb teas to cure people who  were beyond the  help of local surgeons. She is known for saving the life of her granddaughter, who was brutally assaulted in infancy with a resultant skull fracture and exposed area of her brain. Aunt Mary Ann covered the wound with a silver coin, nursed her through the injuries, and the child lived to her 80s. She wore a little protective cap over the hole in her skull for life (Milwaukee Sunday Journal, 1925).

Does this mean today’s medical methods are wrong? No, indeed, they’re part of a necessary, multidisciplinary approach to  sickness and wellness. Modern medicine is especially effective in dealing with acute trauma and certain well-understood diseases. But as long as there are medical mysteries, barriers to access, and extreme adverse effects of certain treatments, we need adjuncts and alternatives. The key is in knowing which things need urgent high-tech attention vs. time, comfort, and nourishment.

One of the tenets of plant medicine is that it offers micronutrients that foster the body’s ability to self-correct. I love the Voltaire quote, “The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.” It’s also important to be clear about when to shift strategies in either direction. That’s achieved by having a planned if/then decision flow with contingency steps. If the UTI symptoms persist more than 24 hours after starting home treatments, then we will call the general practitioner. If the oncology team says they can offer only palliative measures, then we will look into plant based cures and support. If the wound is bleeding out, then we will skip home remedies and seek emergency services. If the wait for treatment is many days, then we will initiate something at home while waiting.

Of course, I come to these ideas from a standpoint of privilege;  I’ve been blessed with education, housing, sanitation, high quality herbs, health and herbal training, people who shared their knowledge, etc.  Someone with fewer resources may not have the same results. Those of us who can, should share the knowledge and resources, and all of us should have an herbal medicine kit at hand and be trained on how to use it. Stay tuned for part II, where I’ll discuss products to keep in stock at home.

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References

Milwaukee Sunday Journal. (1925, November 29). Woman first state “doctor”: Settlers long healed by herb remedies of Aunt Mary Ann.

Olerich, Karen. (2009). Silver shield with aqua sol technology: Are you confused about colloidal silver? A Renewed Health. Colorado Springs, CO. 

Reynolds, Susan. (2021, March 9). Cells that maintain and repair the liver identified.  NIH Research Matters. Accessed on April 15, 2024, from https://www.nih.gov/news-events/nih-research-matters/cells-maintain-repair-liver-identified#:~:text=The%20liver%20has%20a%20unique,beyond%20the%20point%20of%20repair.

Rowen, Adam. (2023, August 4). The role of the liver in drug metabolism [blog post]. Medical News Today. Accessed on April 15, 2024, from https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/liver-and-drug-metabolism

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Detour

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The road map of parental death turned out to have inconsistencies with the actual road.

~Stacy V.

This site began as a way to honor mom’s legacy and share her naturopathic healing wisdom. In the year since she departed, I envisioned that monthly or even bi-monthly posts would be inspired while combing through her belongings and tending to her affairs. When the reality of her death set in, ensuing chaos was anticipated; a vaguely familiar road map from prior experience of family losses was in my mind, however ethereal it seemed. But the year has not proceeded in linear fashion–of course it did not–and I find myself frustrated that her tangible presence has slipped away without more than a handful of writings. She would be pleased, I’m afraid, since she was a private person who did not embrace current day trends towards public story-telling and media attention.

The road map of parental death turned out to have inconsistencies with the actual road. An unforeseen hospice enrollment morphed into a rapid demise, followed by a flurry of funeral planning and management of immediate needs. Her posthumous impact and unseen hand on my life have been felt differently than imagined. There has been little combing of belongings and even fewer safe opportunities to emote over her departure. Her funeral was held off by a few weeks to allow for family participation. After writing thank you cards and carrying out the instructions of her will, we were well into June when I enjoyed a small respite by celebrating my grandchild’s and my own birthdays with some long drives in mom’s zippy little Chrysler Crossfire. I find meandering treks on my bicycles more enjoyable than car rides, but driving her little car created a sense of bonding. As an autoimmune sufferer, she could not go to public events and gatherings to enrich her life, so she took drives in her sporty car with the music turned up high.

But June festivities intersected the July news that my long-time housemate and companion was riddled with Stage IV, metastasized cancer, and the size and speed of that highway overrode whatever else could be done to make headway on the road that I was on. One of the hard sayings of Jesus was, let the dead bury their dead. It’s a hard saying because it feels callous to dismiss loved ones who are no longer with us. But it is a true and helpful spiritual sentiment because our duty is to the people that are in the here and now. Once our loved ones cross the threshold, the spirit that animated their flesh is in the hands of Creator; we are inept to do anything more for them and a faithful person must accept that loved ones are in more capable hands than we can dream of. Let the dead bury their dead it’s time to put our life force to the needs of the living. For me, that means tending to my companion’s health struggles, and that is how I’ve spent the past eight months. Their journey is a story for a different set of posts; suffice it to say that it has been a difficult ride for us both.

Mom was the single most consistent, loving helper, sagely guide, and prayer-angel in my life. I’ve not had the fortune to be well-cared for by a partner. I am blessed with friendships that are mutually uplifting, but the comfort, love, and vested commitment of a peer has not been my experience. My companion was sickly long before the cancer diagnosis, and they can not show up as an equal while pushing their rock up a hill every day. The closest I’ve had to an experience of invested love is Mom’s continual devotion to the goals and well-being of my children and I. It does not feel good to let go of writing her story, and I won’t stop altogether, but the pace is much slower than expected.

Her life was cut off too early; her grandmother and mother both lived to ninety-eight. At eighty-one and physically healthy despite autoimmune disease (AD), Mom might have shared another fifteen years with us. I say that because I discovered after her death that something was slowly poisoning her at home, which caused the onset of symptoms that she believed was her AD flaring up. She was sure that the methods she had successfully employed for forty years to mitigate flares were no longer effective, and that meant it was time to walk on. In reality, a silent killer was filling her home and making it impossible to feel ok. Intuitively, I sensed that AD was not the culprit behind her rapid and hard-to-pinpoint demise. At Christmas 2022, one of my gifts was a two-pack of Co2 detectors because I wondered if something in the home was behind it. But Co2 was not at play. On October 31, 2022, she had a new gas-powered water heater installed, and three days later, a new gas furnace. She complained that the plumber who installed the water heater had cut some corners; her cousin also used the same plumber in mid November  2022 and had major water damage following the failure of a faultily installed pipe. When the HVAC team came on the third of November, she had them correct a small but annoying installation issue with the condensation hose that she noticed on the water heater. What she didn’t notice was that the connections between the gas line and water heater were leaking unburned methane. Since Mom was hypervigilant about volatile organic compounds (VOCs) like those emitted by adhesives and plastics, she installed two large HEPA air filtration devices in her home to counteract the effects of VOC off-gassing from the new appliances. However, I reached out to the engineering teams at our local gas utility provider, and at the air filter manufacturing facility and they both confirmed that HEPA filters remove the large molecules of a sulpher-based additive that warns people of natural gas leaks by creating a rotten-egg smell. But, HEPA filters do not remove the gas itself, which is made up of tiny molecules.

It wasn’t until after she died that I turned off the filters and the furnace, only to reenter and be overwhelmed by the familiar rotten-egg odor permeating the house. A visit by the HVAC team confirmed my guess, and the pipe was repaired, but it was too late to help Mom. It doesn’t feel right or in any way honoring to let go of tending Mom’s affairs, yet my friend, who is alive and right here in my life, has pressing needs that cannot be ignored.

This is an expose on detours. Mom’s life was detoured as has been the life of my companion and my own.This new territory is in an entirely unfamiliar landscape. Without the help of the old maps, it’s time to make big, blind decisions that will involve temporary if not lifelong upheaval, and it’s time to hunker-down and steer. I sometimes feel Mom’s unseen hand on my life. Memory of her ways has certainly guided and provided naturopathic insights that are helpful for my friend. I recall what she taught about clients who were beyond medical help and have been applying those methods for my companion’s sake. With their comorbid conditions, the oncologist determined they were too weak to withstand chemotherapy. The plant medicines, which Mom taught as being put here by God as help for all diseases, have indeed helped tremendously. Since July, my friend’s quality of life and life expectancy have improved by admission of their oncologist; lab results, scans, and outward appearance are normalizing and by their own observation, things are looking up. The cancer is receding without chemotherapy. There will come a time to publish that story, but this is not it. For now, I will sign off in gratitude for Mom’s help with this. She believed wholly in the unseen energies to heal, whether by vibration or subtle chemical makeup. Maybe the plant medicines for my friend are just a vehicle of hope while Creator and Mom do the real work of healing. Nonetheless, I am grateful for those hidden GPS-style guides, even if I do not yet have the high-tech plug-ins to visualize the process and understand the steps. Peace, respect, and belonging to you all.

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