OT Sorry about the length and lucky a slow day. True personal...

OT Sorry about the length and lucky a slow day. True personal story. My mother about 40 years ago in her early 60's started to get quite severe and disabling rheumatoid arthritic swelling in her knuckles and finger joints. Having suffered from rickets as a kid (the depression years, cured by a doc with knowledge of milk and sunshine, how we have progressed) and after 3 large kids and a lifetime of hard yacka, things looked quite sad for her. Her specialist tried a few things but not much did anything but ease the pain. She read up herself and got a book written by an old English nurse who started a therapeutic health farm/spa where people with arthritis went to work on their conditions. She started drinking a large cocktail morning and night of apple cider vinegar and Manuka honey in water. I once tried it on a trip to visit and it wasn't too bad. Can't remember the dose.
Anyway, she'd acquired a piano more than 25 years earlier to accompany my younger sister practicing her violin lessons and indulge in a little of her childhood memories again and she wasn't bad either.
By this time my sister was married and she hadn't been able to play for years but kept the piano as one of her little treasures.
After 6 months the swelling was markedly declining and she started playing again because the specialist, who was a bit nonplussed by her recovery, said it would be the best therapy he could recommend.
A year later her hands were visibly normal apart from the 2 slightly swollen large knuckles on her right hand which stayed with her the rest of her life. She reduced the dose to just a mid sized beaker each morning after breakfast, and still played right till her death 5 years ago. None of us would have believed it if we hadn't seen it ourselves.