I was the patient first.
In my mid-twenties I developed sarcoidosis.
Conventional medicine gave me a name for it and a plan to keep it quiet. What it could not give me was a reason. Why this, why me, why now. Nobody I asked could tell me why the illness had settled in me and not in the people around me living much the same life.
Classical homeopathy was the first thing I met that took that question seriously. It treats the disturbance as something to be understood rather than something to be silenced.
My sarcoidosis resolved. Not reduced to something manageable. Resolved, and it has stayed that way for more than fifteen years.
I have never asked anyone to take my recovery as proof of theirs. It is the reason I do this work, not an argument for it. For the fifteen years since, I have worked almost entirely with people who arrived carrying something they had been told was permanent.