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CHAPTER NINETEEN<br />
Duck Flower Contribo Aristolochia trilobata<br />
A major medicine of traditional healers throughout Central America. Taken as a boiled tea or soaked<br />
in water it has a wonderful effect on gastritis, fever, colds, flu, constipation, and sinus congestion and<br />
is often drunk in rum to alleviate hangovers. Now disappearing, it is a medicinal plant much in need<br />
of protection.<br />
<strong>My</strong> first warning of trouble was on a Saturday morning shopping trip to San<br />
Ignacio Town.<br />
Crystal and I were in the Venus Store buying school supplies, when<br />
another shopper casually remarked, “Oh, I was going to see Don Elijio<br />
about my crippled daughter, but the evangelist healers are coming tomorrow<br />
so I’ll bring her to them to be cured instead.”<br />
I didn’t think much about it. Many Central Americans had converted to<br />
Protestant Evangelism in the great waves of revivals that swept through the<br />
region in the 1950s. Every so often a group came to Belize for a few weeks,<br />
fanning across the country, sending out preachers to towns and villages <strong>with</strong><br />
promises to heal body and spirit. They brought <strong>with</strong> them generatoroperated<br />
loudspeakers to broadcast their meetings.<br />
But when I arrived in San Antonio the next Wednesday for my regular<br />
three-day stay <strong>with</strong> Don Elijio, it was clear something had changed. Hardly<br />
anyone was out on the road or on their doorsteps chatting <strong>with</strong> neighbors. A<br />
familiar face by now, I was usually greeted by a chorus of children, smiling<br />
women, and barking dogs. Today, only the dogs ran to meet me.<br />
I found Don Elijio sitting alone inside his cement hut. It was unusual for<br />
him to be alone this time of the morning. If he wasn’t out in the forest, I’d<br />
find him visiting <strong>with</strong> an old friend, neighbor, local patient, or a patient who<br />
had moved in for treatments. On rare occasions I had found him chopping<br />
alone, or fidgeting and lonely. But today was different. I could tell by his<br />
face that something was amiss.<br />
“No one has been here to consult <strong>with</strong> me all week,” he spilled out <strong>with</strong><br />
anguish as I put down my bag.