As a child I was never sick; never had chicken pox or measles or any of the normal childhood diseases. I think I developed sinus problems in my teens and in retrospect, it probably started when I went to boarding school when I was 11.
My mother loved me, there was never any doubt, and she felt that I’d have a broader life experience and an importantly good education at this particular school. It was a good school, I wasn’t unhappy, and now I’m proud to say that I went there but as an 11-year-old, it was a bit of an ordeal. I was young, I still fed my teddy and played with dolls. My mother’s word was law and I always did as I was told. It never occurred to me to protest about being sent to school, I went although I really didn’t want to leave home.
This is where the relationship between my situation and sinusitis comes in. Sinusitis can be called “internal tears”. People who don’t feel able to express their sadness and frustration must release it somehow and sinus is literally suppressed tears. This was suddenly brought to light years later when watching a sad movie at friends one evening. I refused to cry in public and as I left that evening my sinuses were in overdrive. A week later, when nothing helped, I read Adel Davis’ book “Let’s Get Well” and there it was – sinus is internal tears. My astonished husband went to hire a sad movie the next morning so that I could cry. Now, I try very hard not to suppress tears when they need to come out, but I do avoid sad situations and movies.
Next situation: asthma. When my daughter was 21, she decided that she wanted to work on the ships. My conscious self was delighted; a great experience, see the world, meet people, travel, have fun. BUT! Deep down my subconscious didn’t want to let her go – to fly half way around the world by herself, without me there to make sure she was on the right plane, at the right place and safe. These suppressed emotions manifested as asthma. I don’t get asthma - I’m never sick, but I sure couldn’t sleep because I just couldn’t breathe. Only when she was safely on board and I could see photos on Facebook did the symptoms disappear.
Then my mother got ill. She got ill because I told her of my plan to move to Mossel Bay. Consciously she felt she cold cope but subconsciously and internally she just literally went to pieces and she became very dependent on my energy. Although she’d have denied it, she was clingy, and I battled. My conscious self was frustrated and irritated, but my subconscious self obviously felt very differently because the asthma came back.
Two months after she died, I drove down to Mossel Bay and I drove down as sick as a dog. Mossel Bay has marvellous Fynbos and with my weakened immune system, it’s wreaked havoc with my lungs. I eventually succumbed to having an asthma pump, but I didn’t enjoy the dependency.
It’s been a journey but that’s another story. Now I only have asthmatic symptoms when I’m really irritated and can’t safely express my emotions. Because the emotions and situation have weakened my lungs, I’m particularly susceptible to cigarette smoke and really battle when in a smoky atmosphere. My partner smokes and likes going out to pubs and gets annoyed because I don’t want to join him. I get defensive which, once again, stimulates the asthma. Oh, what a joyous journey this is.
I was introduced to nutrition as a small child when my mom used it to treat an ulcer. Since then I've been interested in supplements, healthy eating, reflexology, shiatsu, energy work and Traditional Chinese Medicine.