When I was around five or six, I came down with chickenpox. I remember having blisters in my ears, nose, and all over my torso, making me an itchy, grumpy mess for about a week. My sweet mother, a high school teacher, relied on Western medicine, while my Grandma Mildred, with her rich ethnobotanical knowledge from rural Appalachia, used traditional remedies. Though young, I observed their mutual respect and collaboration in nursing me back to health, blending modern science with time-honored herbal wisdom.
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