ordinarymary57

Having asthma since childhood, it became apparent that established medicine did nothing for my condition. After failing to outgrow asthma like 99% of people do, I had to learn to live with chronic shortness of breath and wheezing. Carrying an inhaler only partly helped; inhalers ran out quickly because of overuse and it was difficult to get refills. My only help came in the form of prednisone, a steroid, which did work but only as long as I was on the stuff. Because of the strong nature of steroids, it was something used only short-term. I had to have help. Life could be miserable at times, no matter what part of the country I was in. The first herb book I bought I still have. It is tattered and yellowed, but for 15 years I studied every entry in it. With only line drawings to help identify plants, I was not quick to go out in the field, but as years went by more and more books like it appeared, and I began to study in earnest. I still look over every patch of ground I walk on, hoping to find something new to name, or to see what I can recognize by sight. Yes, I have a garden now, and the focus is on medicinal plants as well as some vegetables and a few fruit trees. Finally I’ve found a possible steroid substitute: Yomogi. I have seeds, and am sprouting them. The Good Lord created all these “green herbs of the field,” and He has slowly but steadily educated me (and many others) on the use of many of them. I credit this “education” with preserving my health and that of my father. With a suppressed immune system, I am a sitting duck for viruses. Thankfully I have been taught several antibacterial/antiviral remedies which have kept pneumonia far away from me. And yes, I give thanks to God as Creator and Father for these many blessings.