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| Introduction |
| ... In health, the genial pretense must be kept up and the effort renewedto communicate, to civilize, to share, ... to work together by day, and by night to sport. In illness this make-believe ceases. Directly the bed is called for ... We cease to be soldiers in the army of the upright; we become deserters. They march to battle. We float with the sticks on the stream; helter-skelter with the dead leaves on the lawn, irresponsible and disinterested and able, perhaps for the first time in years, to look round, to look upto look, for example, at the sky. Virginia Woolf, Collected Essays, vol. iv, 1925. |
| There I was, successful at the work that I loveherbal medicine. I had two books and over 100 magazine articles published, plus a national herb newsletter and I was traveling throughout the country giving seminars. To top it off, I was in a wonderful relationship, lived in a beautiful rural area, was in good health and even had a great dog. Sure, I was pushing myself, but with so many opportunities on my doorstep, who could say no? |
| Then one day, seven years ago, I got sick, very sick, I was so dizzy, I literally crawled around my house to keep from toppling over. I remember thinking that it was the oddest flu I ever had; it certainly must be that killer flu going around. I did not often get sick and I figured that I could suffer through it for a few days. |
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