I was ridiculed; to my face and behind my back. Folks thought I was insane because I didn't have my mom on pharmaceutical drugs. I was accused of having Bipolar Disorder because I refused to follow the leader. Instead, I stood tall and I became the leader.
Fighting for what I believed was right, to give my mom the best end of life that I could; I bucked the system. It was difficult and very stressful. Traditional doctors added to my stress.
I learned a lot about traditional medicine and natural medicine. I witnessed and documented everything; most of it is here within the pages of my blog.
Natural medicine works better than pharmaceuticals. My mom was ambulatory right up to the day I brought her to the nursing home; she was on all natural remedies.
2 weeks ago, my mom and I took a walk in my back yard.
She began not eating well and falling every day. I was able to get her to take the liquid medicines from a teaspoon and the powder supplements were mixed in applesauce. She was feeding herself once I showed her how to use the spoon. The natural remedies kept her alert.; they allowed me to wait for a bed in a nice home to open for her.
She walked herself into the nursing home; mad as can be, struggling to run away. I felt horrible. I couldn't believe that I was literally dragging my mom in to the place where she was going to die. I was exhausted. I couldn't care for her any longer; it wasn't safe... it hurt. I didn't cry.
There was never a happy ending to this story with my mom and me; she would die no matter how many natural remedies she took, acupuncture, special foods, Reiki and hypnosis; all methods that we used consistently to help my mom. However, I witnessed mom having lots of good days before we reached this pinnacle of our journey.
I learned. I am wiser.
I believe in Natural Medicine first and pharmaceutical as the last resort. Witnessing first hand the gentle power of natures medicine cabinet.
Today, my mom is on pharmaceuticals. She is a vegetable. She has no idea who I am anymore. The decline was sudden.
It is difficult to watch my mom die, no matter how much I know that death is inevitable for all of us. It's the cycle of life. I know this truth; it doesn't make it any easier.
We are born, we grow, we live, we learn, we love and then ... we die.
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