HOMOEOPATHY IN THE SURGERY


HOMOEOPATHY IN THE SURGERY. Our Scotch Grandfather, Sir Charles Pasley, K.C.B.R.E. who died in 1861 used to come to Annual Meetings of this Hospital. I am told that his name appears in its annals, as moving resolutions. He became a very keen homoeopath, because he was a man of rare ability and intellect, and his life had been saved by Lachesis (one of our snake poisons) when he was desperately ill with pneumonia.


ON this subject I consider myself qualified to speak: since I had the good fortune to be born into a Homoeopathic Nursery.

Our people have been homoeopaths for three generations.

Our Scotch Grandfather, Sir Charles Pasley, K.C.B.R.E. who died in 1861 used to come to Annual Meetings of this Hospital. I am told that his name appears in its annals, as moving resolutions. He became a very keen homoeopath, because he was a man of rare ability and intellect, and his life had been saved by Lachesis (one of our snake poisons) when he was desperately ill with pneumonia.

My Father and Mother were not only keen homoeopaths, but most successful prescribers: and that, not only for their own large family (there were twelve of us) but also for heaps of people, rich and poor. Where there is no homoeopathic doctor within reach, it is wonderful what good prescribers certain persons, gifted that way, become; and how impossible they find it, to keep the saving power to themselves. My parents had grasped not only the Homoeopathic Law of “Likes”, that is, the treatment of sickness by remedies that are capable of producing a like sickness (such as, Merc. cor. corrosive sublimate for dysentery, which in poisonous doses it can produce: or Arsenic for ptomaine poisoning, whose symptoms are absolutely the same).

But my people had gone further. They had mastered the rules of the game the “Doctrines of Hahnemann” in regard to the administration of the “like” medicine:- not only, what to give, but when to give and when to stop. I remember how my mother used to remonstrate with me when, first qualified, I was prescribing homoeopathic medicines in a way that she knew was wrong. “That is not homoeopathy. When the patient is better Stop.”.

Several times my mother saved the life of one of her children, when the case being too serious for her to take full responsibility an allopathic doctor had to be called in. I remember one such case. It is so stamped on my memory that I even remember the Gospel lesson that we had been reading that Sunday afternoon ! I must have been eight or nine years old. One of the babies, over-fed by a stupid old monthly nurse, and far too fat, was indulging in Broncho-pneumonia. I remember it so well. He was supposed to be dying, and I looked with awe on his blue lips and blue nails, as he gasped his little life out.

The doctor had had his innings, and failed. Then my mother, desperate, came in with her globules of Ant. tart. that marvellous remedy for little children and old people, when the lungs are filling up, and the end is near. When the doctor returned a few hours later, the change was so amazing, that he merely came twice a day to watch the infant till it was safe, whilst he left the prescribing to my mother. That infant survived to command the Heavy Artillery of one of the Divisions in the Great War, and Homoeopathy in the Nursery saved a Brig. General for the nations hour of life-and- death struggle.

Another time, of which my mother has told me, one of the small boys was ill with what was called English Cholera and not a bad imitation, apparently, of the real thing. The doctor a Homoeopath this time was at his wits end: the boy did not respond. At last he asked, “Is there any medicine that particularly suits this child?” “Yes, Phosphorus,” said my mother, and Phos. promptly ended that trouble.

Looking back, I realise that, except when babies were making their appearance, there have been very few times when I can remember a doctor in the house. The doctors bill was never an item of family expenditure and that with father, mother, twelve children and half-a-dozen servants!.

Among my mothers most terrible and successful experiences was when her whole little family (happily only six of us had at that time arrived in the world) went down with smallpox. Not all at once. The agony was prolonged. Every fortnight there was a fresh victim or victims. The eldest boy had brought it back from school, where there was a bad outbreak. The disease was probably modified by vaccination we had all been successfully vaccinated but not one escaped.

She ascertained that she could get a local doctor at need we were spending the boys holidays in the Isle of Wight– but she could not contemplate the loss of homoeopathy for her little people in such sickness. So she and an aunt worked through those nightmare weeks, with children smothered with horrible pustules sometimes delirious fretting and needing to be nursed and even carried about. She has told me how she had to nurse me in her arms through a whole night, singing a little German rhyme about the dead cat and the mice dancing for joy in the straw. But she got us through: and we were none of us really marked. That was indeed “some Homoeopathy”! in the Nursery.

Margaret Lucy Tyler
Margaret Lucy Tyler, 1875 – 1943, was an English homeopath who was a student of James Tyler Kent. She qualified in medicine in 1903 at the age of 44 and served on the staff of the London Homeopathic Hospital until her death forty years later. Margaret Tyler became one of the most influential homeopaths of all time. Margaret Tyler wrote - How Not to Practice Homeopathy, Homeopathic Drug Pictures, Repertorising with Sir John Weir, Pointers to some Hayfever remedies, Pointers to Common Remedies.