I’m a Southern girl, born and raised on James Island, South Carolina. That’s one of several barrier islands surrounding Charleston. Although I moved away as a young adult, in my heart it’s still “home” to me.
That’s my dad and I in Puerto Rico, in 2008. The last trip I ever made with him. A trip to meet some newfound family, fellow Capo’s. My great-grandfather moved to the U.S. in the early 1900’s to go to law school. He passed the bar; married my great-grandmother; practiced law; and was an unofficial ambassador for improving relations between the U.S. and Puerto Rico. He and my great-grandmother had two children, Ellen and Pedro. Pedro was my grandfather. Ah, that’s another long story for another time.
I love my dad. I love my mom. I lost my dad unexpectedly in July 2015 to an aggressive form of cancer. He was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney cancer that had metastasized into his lungs near the end of May 2015. As you can tell from those dates, we’d barely had time to come to grips with the diagnosis when he passed away.
Just 2 days before his funeral, my mom had hip replacement surgery. She has rheumatoid arthritis, osteoarthritis, fibromyalgia, and is mildly diabetic. Her multitude of health issues has caused a slow decline in her overall health and mobility over the past decade. She’s already had both knees replaced, 2 back surgeries and fusion of her right ankle. She takes 29 pills per day, mostly medications but also various supplements. Pretty horrific, right? We all fully expected her to make a normal recovery from her hip replacement surgery but that didn’t happen. Infections developed, and she had a severe allergic reaction to one of the antibiotics they gave her in the hospital that nearly killed her. She had surgery twice more – the second time to clean out the hip area and the prosthetic hip, the third time to remove the hip and put an antibiotic concrete embedded spacer in its place. She went in for her initial surgery on July 21, 2015, and was finally well enough to be discharged and go home December 8, 2015, just a few days before her 69th birthday. To make a really long story slightly shorter, she is still wheelchair bound to this day.
After my father passed away, and at some point during mom’s hospital ordeal, I started feeling called to find ways to help my mother, ways that didn’t involve chemical drugs. She needed holistic healing. The doctors were doing their best with medications and modern contraptions, but she needed serious healing emotionally and spiritually as well. I know that it is difficult to feel cheerful and upbeat when you’re in chronic pain. I turned to the internet, my interest in essential oils, Google, and other means to discern methods to help my mother begin to feel better – body, mind and spirit. My research brought me back around to using essential oils for holistic improvements. I made special blends to massage into her arthritic and painful areas. I talked to her daily. I prayed with her. I prayed for her. Even though I’m no longer local to the area where she lives, or maybe because of it, I felt the need to tangibly put together items for her to help soothe her and comfort her, and relieve some of her pain.
As a result of all of my research efforts and interest, a new passion for natural healing and living has come about. I completed workshops in herbalism and continued my experiments with healing essential oil blends. I also expanded my repertoire to include cleaning products and personal care products. I suppose I’m late to the whole “green” movement and all things “crunchy,” but I suppose better late than never, right?
I would like to help even more people, and my daughters finally convinced me to launch my own business to offer these products to anyone interested.
So, newbie that I am, I’m excited and enjoying the journey! Thank you for sharing it with me,