Maureen Chapple RSHom Homeopath

13/09/2023

31/07/2023

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09/07/2023

Miss Pink wellies is helping in the final touches of the clean up for our big Cork County Macra night this week. A great line up speaker on the night. To find out more go to the cork county Macra page.

03/07/2023

11/11/2021

Happy Birthday to a great homeopathic pharmacy! 🎂

24/10/2021

I’m sharing this lovely story from a fellow homeopath Sue Anello Hughes written for her by her daughter Hannah. I’m sure it will resonate for many people.

My daughter wrote this 4 years ago (2017) and it came up in my memories today. Thought some here might appreciate it ❤️

The Homeopath’s Daughter

When I was a toddler, my mother decided to become a homeopath. She had fallen into the all-too-common sinkhole of post-natal depression, only to be promptly pulled out, unexpectedly, by an innocuous homeopathic remedy. That little, mighty remedy changed my mother’s life, and dragged our entire family into the wild and wonderful world of what’s often dismissively called ‘alternative medicine.’
Throughout my childhood, I never knew how to answer the question, ‘What does your mother do?’ When I would try to explain her job title I was confronted by an onslaught of questions. Was she a doctor? No, better not say that. Was she some sort of herbalist? No, not really. I couldn’t explain what she did, so I’d just say, ‘It’s a sort of alternative medicine kind of thing.’ As a child and young teenager that answer was usually met with indifference or awe.
When my sister was seven, a friend at school told her that she wasn’t allowed to come play at our house because her mommy said that our mommy was a witch. We laughed about it and got a fridge magnet that said ‘neighborhood witch.’ As a young adult, nobody thought that my mother was a witch, but people did call her a quack.
People I considered friends at my college at Oxford stood outside the local pharmacy and downed Rescue Remedy in a satirical ‘overdose’ to prove that homeopathy didn’t work. The university newspaper published articles praising the forces of scepticism and calling for homeopathy to be stripped of any NHS funding. I was ashamed. I hid my remedy kit under my bed and kept my head down. My tutorial partner started reporting local homeopaths’ websites to the advertising standards committee accusing them of false advertising. My mother’s name was on the list. I said nothing, terrified of being seen as the worst possible thing a person could be at Oxford: the irrational anti-intellectual.
Fortunately, motherhood has a way of bringing you out of the pride of young adulthood and forcing you to care, deeply and profoundly, about what’s best for another human being. And it’s when you have a baby that you can truly see the powerful impact of homeopathy. A remedy swiftly solved my son’s soul-destroying colicky screeching when a GP would have preferred he take reflux medication for the reflux he never had.
I no longer cared what the sceptics might say – if it worked for my baby, and didn’t leave him with a laundry list of side effects that would need to be tackled with another prescription then it was right for us. The ability to go to sleep and stay asleep until morning was all the proof I needed.
When I suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia at the age of 24, it quickly became obvious to me that allopathic medicine was not going to give me the answer I needed. The doctors threw pills at me to treat the symptoms without knowing anything about my overall health, my background, or what could be causing the sudden and debilitating illness.
Thanks to my childhood spent sucking on remedies I knew that there was another way. A homeopath sat with me for an hour and a half and took a detailed history, went through my endless list of symptoms and prescribed a combination of remedies designed to tackle muscle and joint pain. Within two weeks I was skipping the prescription painkillers and walking to the library again with my son. I still have bad days, but I’m far more functional than I was. And the doctor had told me that there was nothing they could do, and that I would need to learn to ‘manage’ this chronic illness and adjust my expectations for life accordingly.
I have no explanation for how these things happen. As a naturally suspicious and cynical person this used to bother me, but I no longer have time to care about the details of efficacy and I’m too busy chasing my kid around to read clinical trials. What I do know is that when my husband burns his arm while welding, which he usually does, it’s calendula that takes the sting out. When my son is sick with a stomach bug, nux vomica makes sure he’s fine by the evening.
It’s been almost four years now since my baby was born, and he’s been to the doctor once, has never run a fever, and has never taken antibiotics. That’s more than enough evidence for me.

More information here:
Google me at suenellohomeopathy dot com (If I include the link it takes away what Hannah wrote...)

13/10/2021

People over 60 should no longer take a daily low-dose aspirin to prevent a first heart attack or stroke, according to a US medical task force.

27/09/2021

Ministers call for crackdown and family doctors will be told to boost the use of social prescribing

27/09/2021

Nature Reviews Endocrinology

30/06/2021

Veterinary Surgeon Nick Thompson talks about how after initially rejecting alternative medicine, because his parents used that approach, he came to use homeo...

28/06/2021

No placebo.

15/06/2021

Great shout out for Calendula, powerful little flower.

Homeopathy in History—An Extraordinary Story of Calendula

In June 1942, soon after the United States entered World War II, Dr. E. Petrie Hoyle (a very fine physician and homeopath) shared his own experience at the front in WWI in a paper entitled “Medical and Surgical Experiences in the First World War and Some Statistics and Medical Measures of Greatest Value to All Army Medical Corps.”[2]

He wrote, “I have some right to speak as I was actually ‘over there’ in Belgium and France for four full years, and fully employed every single day, much of the time being at or near the front. Our unit crossed to Ostend on September 4, 1914. I was the first American doctor actually at the front, at Antwerp, Malines and Furnes, dating from September 5.

“What I am recounting now is a slight gift, humbly offered and suggested to every M.D. of any school of medicine as a faithful and actual record of war life, time and pain-saving. As a tribute of thankfulness, I offer my old school friends our way of treating wounds and illnesses. … Nota bene—Every surgical case is, nolens volens, a medical case, at one and the same time!

“I beg all to make a test, and don’t worry too much about ‘lack of control cases.’ In war-time, especially, one cannot command ‘controls’ nor even get laboratory findings, to help one’s clinical work. One has to work, at top speed, on clinical knowledge, plus using the medicaments on hand.”

“We were so often under shell fire there that one hardly realized whether one was in this world or not. Anyway, there was a feeling that the next bomb or shell might not leave a trace of you, but as a matter of fact, work was done on the heartfelt supposition that the next bomb would fall in the next street or anywhere but just where you were working. The shriek of those shells is something very weird and fascinating, but we never worried as long as there were wounded to attend to, and we got so tired at night when we got to bed that there was nothing further but oblivion.”

During WWI, Dr. Hoyle made extensive use of Calendula solutions to clean wounds and in wet dressings. The results were uniformly good even though these solutions were quite diluted from lack of adequate supplies, as he reported: “My war experience brings to mind ex-President Coolidge’s dictum, ‘Make it do; do without,’ for requisitions get side-tracked or pigeon-holed, and that is one benefit of a homeopathic medicine case, which supply goes so far when we use drop doses, or with some drugs a teaspoonful of drug also goes far, making a pint of wet-dressing solution.”

He served the French, British and American troops during the four years of the war in seven different hospitals in Belgium and France, and, in 1915-1916, one year into his services, Dr. Hoyle was put in charge of the Hôpital Auxilliaire No. 50 in Rubelles, France. He witnessed there the gruesome state the wounded were in when they arrived from the front: “It has been one like handling the debris of train wreck, only rather worse!”

The kind of injuries that war surgeons commonly dealt with near the front in WWI were described in even more graphic detail by Miss E. Wilkinson, a nurse who had graduated from the Montreal Homoeopathic Hospital and had joined the St. John’s Ambulance Corps. While serving in Gallipoli during the fierce Dardanelles campaign, she wrote, “Most of the men are absolutely riddled by bomb explosions, shell and shrapnel. Bullets are quite common protruding from all parts of their anatomy from brain to toe. Legs broken, lungs crushed, brain and skull all smashed, bullets in the intestines, others going through about every place in their body.[3]

It is a remarkable fact that in those four years Dr. Hoyle did not see a single new case of tetanus or gangrene develop under homeopathic care despite the direst conditions of the soldiers with septic wounds: “I have used this [Calendula] on all sorts of wounds here, pouring it into compound fractures and using it on black wounds, as many men arrived here from the front with their wounds not dressed for four days, hence the torn flesh was in some instances black and offensive. … but to Calendula alone I attribute the quick sweetening of all these wounds.”

Sources:
E. Petrie Hoyle. "Medical and surgical experiences in the first World War and some statistics and medical measures of greatest value to all army medical corps."Homoeopathic Recorder. 1942; 58: 57‐74, 109‐127.

E. Wilkinson. "A letter from the war zone." Journal of the American Institute of Homeopathy. 1915‐1916; 8: 554‐555.