Giving Big Pharma the Bird – Back to My Roots With Natural Cures
I’ve never really thought of myself as average – I have been “outside the norm” my entire life. And I am ok with that. I was born to hippies – I swear to God I was “this close” to being named Moonbeam. I’m old enough to have followed the Grateful Dead for a while right before Jerry died. I grew up with a big garden, drinking whole, unpasteurized milk, eating homemade yogurt and spending my entire childhood barefoot and free in the woods.
As I grew up, however, left home and started my family, I really began to trust in the doctors and medical procedures, not really daring to step away from the conventions of modern medicine. My 3 children were born, one being autistic and nearly dead when he was born, 2 C-sections, vaccines, growth charts, physician recommended diets and all that.
I really tried to do my best for my children. I didn’t like getting them vaccinated, but I did. I had questions I didn’t ask. After all, what kind of mother would they think I was if I didn’t go with the flow on this? I was young – I thought they would take my children away if I didn’t do the conventional things. It was that, or turn Amish, and I like electricity and jeans WAY too much for that.
After my son was born, I started getting SICK. Really sick. I was covered in hives on a daily basis. I got butterfly rashes. I HURT. Everywhere, all the time, so much pain. I went to several doctors, no one knew what was wrong with me, but they would give me medicine to treat the symptoms. Which, of course, never went AWAY, they were simply being held in abeyance. I was put on Prednisone, but that was all I could afford at the time. I was told to see a rheumatologist, but I couldn’t pay for it.
My last child was born in 2007. I had heart trouble during the pregnancy, and was seen 2x a week at a maternal-fetal medicine clinic for tests and ultrasounds. After she was born, I finally ended up seeing a rheumatologist, and she switched my diagnosis from Lupus to RA. She did thousands of dollars in bloodwork and tests, but after that initial barrage, I would see her once every 3 months for more blood tests, but visits where she charged me $150 for 5 minutes of her looking at my chart and giving me more drugs.
I graduated into Plaquinil, and Plaquinil was really the final straw for me. I lost the ability to THINK on that medication. I am a smart, educated woman. I take pride in my vocabulary, and the intense concentration it takes to do my job. On Plaquinil, I couldn’t even spell simple words like eight or right – I spelled everything phonetically. I felt as if I had lost about 50 IQ points.
I told my doctor, and her comment was “I’ve never heard of that”. I kept on it for a while, thinking, in my lucid moments, that it would get better. It didn’t, and I went back, and she gave me a prescription for methotrexate.
I read up on it. And there was NO WAY I was going to put that medication into my body. I was a chemical shitstorm, a nuclear bomb that I could ingest.
And from that moment on, I started to return to my roots. Natural treatments, better foods, nutrition, herbal cures. I use thunder god vine to treat my RA now, and it works. Am I completely free of pain? Of course not. But I am not taking a chemotherapy drug, either. And I doubt I will ever get cancer.
I treat my family with Echinacea, goldenseal, ginger, honey and elderberry for sickness, and the most horrible thing we take is oregano oil for a virus. (And if you have never tried that – reserve judgement on me until you do lol. DAYUM!!!). I have an immune deficiency, and I have virtually eliminated all the sinus infections and strep throat and flu and colds that I used to get. If I DO get sick, it lasts maybe 2-3 days instead of weeks. My youngest daughter is in elementary school and I treat her with natural remedies at the first sign of a cold, and she has not been sick in almost two years.
I have gotten off an anti-depressant, and use natural remedies now and I feel wonderful. Is my health perfect? No, of course not. But every day, I feel a little better, I lose a little more weight, I make healthier choices.
And I choose to give big pharma the bird. I don’t believe anymore that the pharmaceutical companies are trying to help and cure people. I think they are in it for the money, and they want customers, not cures. We are getting sicker and sicker as a nation, and big pharma is growing fat off our fatness and sickness and disease.
So to any of you out there reading this who feel the same way I do, feel free to join me in my one finger salute as we turn back to the earth, to our roots. And of course, if you don’t agree, I still wish you love and healing, and I hope your journey here on this earth is as fulfilling as you want it to be.