From Victoria M., Ajax.
Somewhere in the Alberta prairies, between “I don’t know” and “I can’t read that sign, there’s too much snow on it”, my mother, little brother and I were on our way to pick up a puppy. My mother found him listed in a newspaper advertisement that read: “Escaped farm dog got pregnant. 9 puppies. $50 each. Will meet half way.” So, here we were, driving through a crazy blizzard in October – trying to find a Denny’s Restaurant/gas station to pick up a puppy. Although, my mother made it very clear to me: “Victoria, this is NOT your puppy. He will be a gift for your sisters 26th birthday. We will keep him until he’s big enough to go on a plane and then we will have to say our goodbyes.”
We waited at that Denny’s Restaurant/ gas station for almost half an hour and when the farmer pulled up and passed me the puppy, MY puppy… I cried. We were told his ‘temporary name’ was Monster due to his sheer size; at only 8 weeks old, he was already 15lbs and he was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I held him up in the window to every person eating inside the Denny’s Restaurant; I was proud. This is where it all started, I never knew I could love something so much… and then, 4 weeks later, he was put on a plane to Ontario – to live with my sister.
Despite our 15 year age difference, I was always jealous of my sister. She got to stay up late and watch The Simpsons, she got to have THREE slices of pizza and she got to have a puppy. My entire life (so far) had lead up to that moment at the Denny’s Restaurant/ gas station, and she took Monster. Although, after 11 years of begging and doing everything but sell my soul to the devil, my mother finally agreed to get me my own dog.
We picked her up on a Friday, she was the runt of her litter and her assigned name was Jennifer Lopez. Her brothers, Ben Affleck and Vin Diesel, were there the night we picked her out. My mother, however did not want a boy, and she was smitten with the little fur ball doing laps around her brothers. “That’s the one,” she declared to the breeder. That night, and $350 later, we left with MY puppy, and I held her all the way home. We named her Koko and this is where it started, all over again…
My passion for health grew greater with each passing day with my dogs. I felt this overwhelming responsibility to make sure they will always be taken care of and I promised them they would always be happy and healthy. Looking back now, it’s become very clear to me that my life’s experiences have prepared me for a career in health – in homeopathy. Let me take you on a trip back in time through my life, and highlight the experiences that led me to the decision to be a homeopath.
Before I could even grasp the concept of passion, I was exposed to the health field. Since birth I had many difficulties with my breathing and doctors told my mother that I was deathly allergic to cats. The cat fur was causing blood infections, thus resulting in breathing issues and I was in and out of the hospital constantly. At only two years old I had two incidences where I stopped breathing and went into cardiac arrest. Doctors were stumped and told my mother to prepare herself for the worst. Until one day, my African angel doctor with dreadlocks walked into my hospital room, took one look at me in my oxygen tent and diagnosed me with life-threatening asthma. Finally, after 3 years, I started my recovery. I was too young to understand it then, but that experience impacted me profoundly and left a lasting mark on me; a respect for the health field.
Between the ages of 3-10, I continued to bounce in and out of hospitals from either serious infections, or breathing troubles. During these ages I developed a responsibility for my own life, and an understanding of how to properly care for myself in emergencies. Doctors were able to instruct me on how to use my oxygen machine and I listened, because I understood the importance of being healthy.
At age 11, I became the proud best friend to a puppy, a puppy who ended up being very sick herself. See, she was sold to us at five and a half weeks old and had already been vaccinated. The early vaccination caused her to have many issues with her heart and development. I’d stay up all night and hold her, just to keep her calm and comfortable. She was diagnosed with a heart murmur and a collapsed trachea. This is when I developed anger for improper use of medication. Veterinarians, who we trusted to give us good medical advice, over-vaccinated her to get more money. This sparked my distrust for many medical practitioners, as I learned they will push the most expensive treatment, so that they profit the most.
At age 17, I was finally able to lower my dose of Ventolin and Flovent. I worked hard on my health and doctors were surprised and also reluctant to reduce my dose, but I was persistent. I started taking my dogs on longer walks and even though I tried jogging and sports, I was never any good at them. Walking, lots of fresh air and working through my small asthma attacks helped relieve my asthma. I no longer relied so heavily on these medications and I am no longer listed as having a life threatening condition. I felt the freedom of better (although, not perfect) health and I wasn’t going to stop there.
At age 19, I lost my dearest friend; Molson (a.k.a Monster). On Monday July 23rd 2012, I brought him to the vets as he wasn’t walking and I figured he just had a leg injury, but what happened next was unexpected. Our appointment was at 10am and the vet determined his leg was fine, but performed an EKG due to a weak heartbeat. The results came back at 1pm and we were instructed to take him straight to the Toronto Emergency Clinic for internal bleeding. We arrived at emergency for 2pm and he was being prepped for surgery to fix the internal bleeding – outlook was promising. Surgery was scheduled for 4:30pm and we went home to wait for the call that he’s out of surgery and awake. The phone rang at 5:30pm, it was the vet; Molson was full of cancer and we had to make a decision… he never woke up. I had never had my heartbroken before, and I was angry. How did we not catch the cancer? How did he get such serious cancer? Well, it was pretty obvious that what happened to my best friend was not natural; you don’t just get full of cancer so quickly, for any reason. My best friend was killed by the veterinarians, by the dog food manufacturers and the pharmaceutical companies. This is when I felt my loneliest and realized I had to take my health and the health of my other dog into my own hands, but I wasn’t sure how or where to turn.
At age 20, I met a man named Anthony. He told me the story about his father’s battle with colon cancer and how he beat the cancer using a mixture of homeopathy and a raw food, vegan diet – nothing else. His father is still alive today and is the owner of Activation Products, a health supplement company. This is where I was introduced to the world of alternative medicine and it drew me in like a drug. I couldn’t stop reading and researching it, I was hooked.
Also at age 20, I met the love of my life; Justin. He is the most interesting, caring and supportive man I’ve ever met and it didn’t take me long before I fell in love with him. After our first few dates, I found out that he’s essentially cursed – doomed, if you will. His father passed away from colon cancer, his mother had leukemia, his sister had breast cancer and at least two of his grandparents passed from cancer as well. The odds were stacked against him, and I spent hours researching how successful homeopathy is with cancer, because I remembered the story of Anthony’s father. To my relief, what I read was comforting. I was concerned about falling in love with a man who will most likely get cancer, but it motivated me to learn more. I need to be prepared in case that dreaded day ever comes… I need to be able to save him, or at least try - because a life without him is unimaginable.
Now, at age 22, I’ve come full circle from that cold day at the Denny’s Restaurant/ Gas Station. Everything I had been through, the good and the bad, had prepared me for my next battle: Koko. My little dog; Koko, fell severely ill in March 2014 and she wouldn’t eat, play, move or drink. She was also puking five or more times a day and having tar coloured, loose bowel movements. I had taken her to my vet countless times and he eventually wiped his hands of us, told me there was nothing else he could do and he told me to go to emergency. It was a cold Friday night when I walked into the Toronto Emergency Clinic and after all the tests and x-rays I was told exactly this: “Victoria, I see dogs like this all the time and sometimes there’s no explanation. It’ll go away in a week”. I was sent home with NOTHING but my insecurities and embarrassment because I should have learned by now not to trust veterinarians. Thinking back to homeopathy, I made the decision to go see a homeopath for animals as my last ditch effort to save my dog. At this point, I thought I was going to lose her any day – she was so lethargic. Our appointment was on May 1st 2014, and it was a wonderful experience, but the best part was that Koko’s health improved dramatically after the third day of treatment. She just celebrated her 11th birthday in September and is healthier now than when she was two years old. If I hadn’t taken anything from my experiences throughout my life, Koko would have never made it to her 11th birthday. This was the motivation I needed to drive me into a career in homeopathy. I felt the need to learn more and share the amazing truths that are homeopathy with the world.
To sum it all up, the most important ingredient for a successful and happy career in the health field is caring about your patients and I learned this from my dogs. My dogs taught me how to love unconditionally, care without cause and be empathetic towards others suffering. The next crucial ingredient is picking which sector in the vast and varying career of health is right for you. My experiences in hospitals as a little girl exposed me to western medicine; to which I owe my life, but as I got older and ventured out more into the world; I discovered the world of alternative medicine. Homeopathy appealed the most to me based on all the stories I had heard, but it wasn’t until I saw how homeopathy saved my last best friend that I decided that it was the sector for me. Looking back at all my life experiences and my hardships with the western medicine, I am a little embarrassed that it has taken me this long to see that it all led up to this. The future looks bright for Justin and I, and I take comfort in knowing that with the training in homeopathy, I’ll always be able to care for my family. I am excited to start my life as a homeopath and to think, it all started on that cold October night in the Alberta prairies.