Joy Lennon

Back in 1991, I had mirror-​image eczema on my feet which was red-​raw, weeping, and bled constantly. Every day, i had to bring a change of socks to work.
For almost a year, my doctor prescribed all sorts of medications, none of which worked, and finally announced I had chronic eczema. I would, she said, have to bathe my feet in seawater twice daily for the rest of my life.
One cold and rainy lunchtime, I stood under an umbrella with my jeans rolled up to my knees paddling at Seapoint when I noticed passers-​by laughing their heads off at me. I decided that this «treatment» was ridiculous, and so was I for following it.
Like many, I thought homeopathy was twaddle. But i decided to try it. Joy Lennon was recommended by a work colleague. My first appointment was two hours long, during which Joy asked many questions seemingly unrelated to my problem, then gave me a pill (remedy) to dissolve on my tongue.
I walked out of her office convinced I had wasted my time and money, and wiped homeopathy off my health agenda.
Three weeks later, the «chronic» eczema had completely disappeared from both feet and I had shiny new skin and no itching.
Joy Lennon cured me where my doctor couldn’t. Needless to say, I am now a believer. Joy Lennon is a true healer. The best.
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I’ve been visiting Joy on and off for years (as have my family). I also have a GP and have no major issues with western medicine.
Homeopathy is always going to be a contentious topic, it’s an easy target for anyone looking for cheap laughs.
I can only speak for myself; I had a cyst on my eye for 2+ years before I eventually went to get something done about it. Nothing my doctor did could help, no pills or external creams. After a visit with Joy, the cyst reduced in size and redness immediately.
Weather or not it works is only for the patient to decide. Most of our illnesses are psychosomatic (in my case, stress) that take physical form.
I later found a lump in my breast, got a referral from my GP, got it tested and it was fine. Didn’t even cross my mind to use homeopathy.
So I suppose it depends on how you want to treat your body. If it’s something life-​threatening I wouldn’t hesitate in using western medicine. In all other cases, where something physical is potentially caused by something emotional then I would not hesitate in making an appointment with Joy. She takes the holistic approach and actually spends time getting to know her patients which is much rarer with your GP.
If homeopathy is just a placebo and is «all in the head», then why not treat your psychosomatic illness in the same way?

Joy Lennon is a quack who lives in Clontarf, a lady who my father sees on a regular basis. Joy has some sound medical training in that she is a nurse (NOT a GP though, I must point out at this point).
As well as her real medical qualification, Ms. Lennon is also a «trained» homeopath and acupuncturist.
Now, some of you may have heard a lot of pros and cons about this whole homeopathy lark: it’s just water, and homeopaths themselves admit as much. Only they think that it’s magical water. It’s pretty weird.
Herbal medicine has been around a very long time, it’s advocates point out. Yes it has. The stuff that works becomes «medicine», without the herbal prefix, and the stuff that doesn’t work is just bits of twigs and such.
My Dad goes to see this lady every couple of months. The usual diagnosis he receives is «You’re intolerant to wheat».
Now, I’d like to point out that in any of the previous fifty-​odd years of my father’s life, no actual real doctors have ever noticed this intolerance to wheat, and that Ms. Lennon is no way qualified to make this diagnosis. Nor has she ever cured this alleged intolerance to wheat, so I don’t see why he keeps going to her. But every couple of months he does, and writes a nice cheque at the end, too.
He brought me there once, and she pricked with little needles that had been rubbed with wheat and milk and cat fur and such. I seem to remember the results were inconclusive, but I don’t think that I’m bothered by wheat or dairy or cat fur, and if I was, you can bet your arse that I’d go to see a real doctor who’d been through medical school and not some kooky lady peddling woo to gullible members of the middle classes.
Phew, that feels better.