My Wife's Story

A Love That Healed: How Emu Oil Eased My Wife’s Eczema

My wife has always been the strongest person I know. But even the strongest can be worn down by pain they can’t escape. For years, she suffered from severe eczema—skin so dry and inflamed that she would scratch herself in her sleep, sometimes until she bled. I’d wake up in the middle of the night to find her quietly crying, her hands trembling from the constant itching and burning that just wouldn’t go away.

We tried everything—prescription creams, steroid ointments, and expensive moisturizers. Some gave temporary relief, but none seemed to last. Worse, the stronger treatments had side effects, and I could see how discouraged she was getting.

One night, while researching natural remedies out of sheer desperation, I came across a quiet little mention of emu oil. I'd never heard of it before, but the more I read, the more intrigued I became. It was said to be deeply moisturizing, anti-inflammatory, and soothing for irritated skin. It sounded too good to be true—but what did we have to lose?

That’s when the idea took root—not just to try emu oil, but to raise emus myself. I wanted to know exactly where the oil came from, to ensure it was as pure and natural as possible. So I started a small flock on our farm. I learned everything I could about emu care, from feed to habitat to ethical oil extraction.

When the time came, I carefully rendered the oil by hand, refining it gently without chemicals or additives. I blended it with cocoa butter and shea butter to make a lotion—simple, clean, and made with love.

I remember the first night she tried it. I rubbed a small amount of the emu oil balm onto the worst patches on her arms and back. She looked skeptical but let me help her—she always did, even when hope felt thin.

The next morning, she didn’t wake up scratching. Her skin looked less angry, less red. Over the next few days, the bleeding stopped. The flares faded. And slowly, the itching dulled. For the first time in years, she was able to sleep through the night.

Seeing the relief on her face, seeing her smile again without that shadow of discomfort—that was everything to me. The emu oil didn’t just soothe her skin. It gave us both a sense of peace that had been missing for far too long.

Since then, I’ve kept making that balm. Not just for her, but for others too—anyone battling with skin that doesn’t feel like their own. It started with love, with a need to help someone I couldn’t bear to see hurting. And in the process, I discovered that healing can come from dedication, nature, and the quiet determination to care.