My kitten was very sick. Five months ago I picked Merlin and his brother up at the feed mill where they had been found the eve before. They were not even a day old yet and their mother was gone. Merlin survived on dropper-fulls of milk delivered every two hours. He spent his first six weeks, first in my bra, then in my apron top. He went everywhere with us because of his feedings. He is a feisty, furry, sweet little boy and I naturally have a very strong attachment to him.
Last week I noticed that when he ran (which he seems to always be doing) streams of diarrhea were following him. It wouldn’t stop. He also has chronic allergies. I had cancelled his appointment to get neutered at the “in-and-out-neuter clinic because they wouldn’t listen to me that they would have to be alert to his breathing.
I haven’t been to a vet in over a decade. Same with the doctor. I make my own medicines with 100% success and my full faith is in these plants. If they don’t need to be spayed/neutered or humanely euthanized at the end of life, I don’t take them. I know as well as I know my name what herbs do what. I had been faithfully giving Merlin the antibiotic and the super immunity allergy medicine and these keep his sniffles in check. He had two days worth of tummy trouble medicine that I make specifically for cats (chamomile, mint, mullein, lemon balm). But fear makes us doubt. It makes us panic. And I made an appointment with the vet.
Doug recalled his trip with Merlin and as I read the line by line charges I realized the vet is no different than it was twenty years ago when I was a vet tech. God love them but most vets (and doctors) are trained on a script, a pharmaceutical drug, and a bill. She did a fecal sample. I knew he didn’t have parasites because he had already taken my anti-parasite. He didn’t but she de-wormed him anyway. With a chemical. That made him so bad that night that diarrhea was flying everywhere in large puddles as he screamed and literally climbed the walls. Then they sold him some “special” food (I cannot believe after all this time they are still pushing that Science Diet stuff as healthy). Tried to push vaccinations on him (even though he was clearly not feeling well). Over a hundred dollars later we had a diagnoses. Diarrhea.
I was furious that my Merlin was worse. I was furious that I had not trusted my instincts, my intuition, my plants. The next day, his third day of tummy medicine that I make, he was a hundred percent well. One more dose and we would have had it.
How many times did I panic when the kids were little (before I was an herbalist) and rush Andy to the emergency room for pink eye (in 2 hours it is better with my recipe), or Shyanne with a headache (feverfew and willow), or Emily with seborrhea dermatitis (she was allergic to her earrings)?
In our household and with thousands of clients over the years and students’ medicines made and the people they help and so forth, I have seen plants heal everything. I beseech you to learn herbal medicines for your homestead. I have saved my own flock of chickens, helped relieve pain in goats, de-wormed sheep, healed cats, saved dogs, and kept our family healthy and well. The plants were made for this!
They are burying one of my son’s friends this week. Oxycodone.
I have classes, I have an online store and shop, others across the world have the same. Seek out wisdom in library books, with teachers, or if you have no desire to turn your basement into a full apothecary, find a real herbalist. Not a health food store. A working, breathing, passionate herbalist.
Maybe 2018 is the year we all go back to the plants.
(By the way, Merlin is doing great!)