The following testimonial is Multiple Sclerosis sufferer Khan Johnson’s story of how conventional treatment failed and Homoeopathy is succeeding in helping him return to a ‘normal’ life.
Claire Williams is a final year student of the Yorkshire Centre of Classical Homoeopathy, in Bingley, West Yorkshire. Tel: 01274 519800 Web: www.ycch.co.uk email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Claire is treating Khan under supervision and guidance from an experienced homoeopath through the Centre’s Student Clinic. Please note that Khan’s treatment is still continuing but this kind of positive reaction to homoeopathic treatment is commonplace in our daily practice, not only for Multiple Sclerosis sufferers but for people with all manner of serious illness.
If you want to discuss your own health issues with us after reading Khan’s story, please contact Monica or Anthony Robinson at the Yorkshire Centre of Classical Homoeopathy.
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Dylan Moran’s fault, but my most recent MS episode will be forever linked to him.
October 2008, a Sunday evening, and I’m dashing out of the office to go and enjoy an evening of Mr. Moran’s take on life. Then back to the office to write the review and then home.
As I headed out of the office for the second time, I noticed that my foot seemed to be wet. Still, no matter, I can sort that at home.
Only at home, it becomes clear my foot is dry. Clearly something is amiss again with my neuro system – a fact which becomes more apparent the following morning when the funny sensation in the sole of my foot was now the funny sensation in the lower half of my leg.
In the space of a couple of days, this became the funny sensation in the lower-half of my body, and a trip to the doctors was in order – not least, because I had managed to pull all the cartilage and tendons in my left knee, and the added strain on my right one was starting to tell.
A lovely chat with an overly-officious stand-in GP (“I have to do this as part of my training. I want to be an anesthetist”) concluded that I was probably having an episode (my suggestion, she agreed) and that I had probably damaged my knee due to walking more through muscle memory than controlled ability (again, my suggestion to which she happily agreed). And no, they couldn’t sort me out with a walking stick.
The one thing she could do for me was get me in quick-smart at the Neurology department at Pinderfields Hospital (a place I know pretty well by now). So, having limped in, I was allowed to limp out and drive my manual car to the hospital. I really hope she qualifies and doesn’t end up working in a local surgery somewhere…
Pinderfields also agreed with my diagnosis – I was indeed enjoying the fruits of my third recorded episode. Steroids were, therefore, the order of the day. Now, in an ideal world, this would have been three sessions with an IV drip and I’d be dancing again by the weekend. Only, wouldn’t you know it, they were having the ward decorated. So no bed to lie on for an hour. And using the same office I was examined in was out (a privacy issue apparently. Sure I can hobble about in my boxers, but sit fully clothed? Unthinkable).
So, the only solution was a course of steroid tablets. Which I collected in two visits, owing to
So the run-up to Christmas 08 is enjoyed with drugs, knackered knees and a nervous system totally out of whack. Still, once the steroids build up in my system I’ll be right as rain. Dancing the light fantastic, no doubt. Man-made drugs are just the best…
Which is why the following July I find myself having a consultation with Claire, a trainee homeopath and old mutual acquaintance whom I’d been put in touch with thanks to the wonders of Facebook.
Together with her supervisor, Monica Robinson an experienced homoeopath who is also the Principal of the Yorkshire Centre of Classical Homoeopathy in Bingley where Claire does her training we begin the consultation. The initial hour is spent trying to get a handle on my physical and mental states, which probably goes some way to explaining why I was there for two-and-a-half. Can’t remember the last time I managed to chat with my GP for more than double my allotted time.
The time flies by, and I am waved on my way with promises that the treatment, once arrived at, will be with me shortly.
A week later, I am told that the remedy Tarentula Hispanica will be the order of the day, and tablets will be with me shortly.
So, to recap so far. NHS = much sodding about to no avail. Homeopathy = treatment on the way after single consultation. Nature’s winning so far!
What happens next, I still can’t quite believe.
August 19th, I take my tablets. All three of them in an ascending dose, and that’s it. No side effects (which is good news for Mrs. J, who is no fan of a steroid-fuelled husband), no aftertaste (don’t know what is actually in steroids, but it tastes like metal) and no need to have needles stuck in my arm (something I have become quite bored of, I have to say).
And a week to the day, there is a clear improvement.
Now, it may have come on gradually and I just didn’t notice, but what I do know for certain is that seven days after taking the Tarentula tablets, the feeling is back in my right foot. Not 100%, sure, but at least 90. I know all my toes are there, and the sole of my foot is back in the real world.
Over the next few days, like a receding tide, the feeling returns up my right leg, across my waist and down to my left foot where all this began.
Now, it’s pretty hard to pinpoint day-by-day the return of feeling. It being a gradual thing, it takes -landmark moments – such as realizing you can now feel the pain in your knee, where once it was just a numb pulling – that you notice that your nervous system is again carrying the signals it is meant to.
It was about another week before I realized my left foot had joined the party and I was again feeling “normal” (this being a relative term for an MS sufferer).
I also realized I was a lot calmer, mentally. The brain had stopped racing at 90 miles an hour, and the need for constant loud music just to get through a day had been abated. Something steroids had never achieved.
And so the rest of the year has actually been quite enjoyable. Sure, there’s been the odd day where walking has been, at best, interesting, but that’s due to muscular pain in my knee joints and nothing to do with my nervous system. And I know that when I get round to it, Claire will help me deal with that too.
As for my feet and legs, all I’ve been left with is a faint residual tingling sensation in the sole of my left foot. Which given that, at one stage, I couldn’t even tell if it was me actually peeing (the only clue I had was the fact I was the only person in the bathroom) that’s one hell of a leap. Literally and figuratively.
But the big thing for me is the no side-effects. Steroids, as I mentioned, tend to leave a nasty taste in the mouth and alter your personality. They’ve also now decided they can affect bone density, making you more prone to breaks etc. Something of a negative at the best of times, doubly so if you have a propensity to fall over.
I’ll be honest, despite using homeopathy for the simple things in life such as a cold, I’d never considered it for something major like MS.
Now I’m not sure I’d consider anything else.