I Am a Patient Too...
Like many patients, I came to holistic medicine out of desperation.
In May 1979, my daughter Cecile was born. I was living in France at that time and trusted my family's health to my G.P., who was not practicing any form of alternative medicine.
A few months later, Cecile developed a series of ear infection. It generally started with a fever, crying from obvious pain, and vomiting. Every time our doctor put her on antibiotics and, occasionally, we had to go to the hospital to have the pus drained out of her ear. The course of the treatment would generally include more vomiting after taking the drugs, although the fever would generally disappear along with the pain during the course of the treatment.
Cecile was a very easy-going and quiet child, a wonder of a child after her two very active elder brothers. I was not by any means as anxious as parents can be for their first born. Somehow however I had never faced any chronic infection like this.
I asked my doctor why the infection was coming back and got a vague answer that I don’t even remember. He prescribed gamma-globulin injections to no avail. I kept telling him: “Whatever you are giving her is not working. You need to give her something to make the infection stop once and for all.” I didn't thing I was asking much.
As every parent, I found it very difficult to see my baby in pain. I felt powerless, frustrated and became angry at the medical establishment for failing me.
Cecile was suffering from her 10th ear infection when a neighbor suggested that I visited a new medical doctor in the area who was practicing homeopathy. This lady had breast cancer and was using homeopathy to alleviate the side effects of her chemotherapy sessions.
When I ran the idea by my doctor, he gave me an answer I didn't want to hear: “You think you can treat your daughter with some drops of parsley juice?” It was true, I didn’t know much about homeopathy. I had that vague notion that treatment involved taking some very highly diluted substances, some of them being poisonous in high dosage. It was scary but the thought of Cecile losing her hearing due to poor care scared me even more. As soon as she started displaying the dreaded signs of a new infection, I made an appointment with the homeopathic doctor. After all, parsley juice could not hurt her…
I went back home that night with a prescription for little pills and some liquids that I had to administer to Cecile right away. I did everything I was told and went to bed exhausted, not quite hopeful yet, keeping our bedroom door open to make sure I could be alerted at the first sign of trouble.
The following morning, I jumped out of bed in a stage of panic. Cecile had not waken me up at all during the night. I rushed to her room to find my little girl smiling and happy to see me. No pain, no vomiting. I was ecstatic. I kept giving her the remedies for another 48 hours and went back to the homeopathic doctor for a check up. The infection was gone, everything was OK.
It took a while for me to get used to the fact that Cecile was cured. I watched her closely for the next couple of months, still in disbelief, but I can say 35 years later that this was the last ear infection she ever had.
This experience led me to re-think our medical care. I was still suffering from some post-partum depression and decided to consult the homeopathic doctor that healed Cecile. The treatment worked so well and so fast that homeopathy became our primary mode of treatment from then on.
I moved to Canada in 1982 where I started my career by joining a company from Quebec who hired me to promote natural and homeopathic products from Europe to holistic practitioners in Ontario. It was a natural fit and, in spite of my broken English, I successfully accomplished my mission and learnt a great deal about alternative medicine in the process. The rest is history that you can read in our section “about us”.