Ezgi,
How do you know what you know? How do you know so much about herbs?
There is nothing we can do. There is no cure for that. It's impossible. It’s incurable. Why do you even work so much on her? A care home. There are care homes. Let her stay there until she dies.
I was angry every time I heard that word “care home”. Angry and confused. The only thought in my head was that these people do not know what love is. They have never been loved so much unconditionally. So they can just burn it all easily.
I can not.
Because I was loved. So deeply that if you see a trace of humanity in me, it's because of my mother and father.
So we did not give up.
“You must infuse some Kantaron into olive oil, but make sure the flowers are fresh, my dear. You can not find them in this season. So-and-so has some. I will bring you some. Let her drink a spoonful every day. That’s gonna help heal that internal wound. I promise you it will. I have seen it with my own eyes.”
Mother Nature was the only hope in our home, and humans who just want to heal one another. The empaths. It just hurts them when others are in pain. So the knowledge must be shared.
The true story began with my mother’s diagnosis of lymphoma. Chemotherapy and radiotherapy left her body paralysed.
How long can someone breathe for 19 years without moving a muscle of her own? They said it's impossible. But you know what.
Mother Nature said, "Come closer to me, my dear."
Streets are already filled with Aktars (Herb stores). Although my father's favourite place was the weekly Pazar = the fresh fruit and vegetable markets.
My one was the Aktar. Scanning the shelves, smelling the herbs who cures what… Understanding them one by one, making my own potions and lotions as food or skincare. She was lying in bed. You know what happens: “bed sores”. She did not have any!
How?
Well, Ezgi understood that when an organ reaches homeostasis, it functions. It functions well, and the skin prevents wounds.
And who understands Mother Nature?
The human body.
Massaging her with oils that I made, moving her body in such rhythm with music filling the room as medicine, she did not have bedsores.
How?
Mother Nature was the hope in our home.
Every time we heard It is impossible. This is the end.
She is bleeding internally; there is nothing we can do.
We immediately knew. Well, let me go to an aktar, the herb store.
I am not gonna let my mother feel any pain.
Watch me.
"Ezgi, you should be a little more feminine. You have too much masculine energy."
What would love do?
Love would not give up.
I am not gonna let her suffer.
If masculine energy means “I love; I am a human in love”. “I do not let those I love suffer”. “I would do anything.”
If one of us suffers, we suffer together.
Challenge accepted.
Call me masculine.
What an honour.
Love taught me to fight.
Not the love on paper, by the way.
The unconditional one. Motherly love, divine love, taught me how to love.
When one suffers, we suffer together.
So, one of our customers, a young gentleman, said Ezgi you helped with my facial eczema. I am finally off my eczema creams. My facial skin is improving so much; help me with my body.
