How we discovered Donkey Milk and said goodbye to our Camel Dream

If you’re new to this site, please start here.

So, how did we ever discover donkey milk?  Funny you should ask.  We had been giving camel milk to our daughter with PANDAS disease for a month or two, and had seen a huge difference in her. She had progressed well beyond the point when we ended the 3 week dose of antibiotics. The more I read and researched about camel milk, the more I was certain this was in our future, for as long as we needed it. The more I read about autistic children and camel milk, the more I saw the need for it. Then I decided we needed to buy a camel. I reasoned this out that we could either buy one, or pay the price of one in, uhhhh, 3 years of camel milk. Plus, if we had our own camel, the girls could ride it, like a horse….only, higher. I’m a great debater, and actually got my husband on board with this.

At this point, we decided to visit the eccentric millionaire camel farmer, who happened to live, sort of, on the way to my parent’s farm. Give or take 20 miles of scenic by-ways. I know this sounds crazy, but I had been praying that if God wanted us to have a camel, he would put it on this farmers eccentric old heart to give us one. Little did I know how the Lord would speak to my heart that day.

We got to the farm and Mr. Warbucks and his wife got out there two fancy Polaris Rangers to take us out to the camel pasture. My husband rode in one with the farmer, the girls and I rode in the other with his wife. Driving through the pasture, we saw a few miniature horses grazing, about as far away from the camel herd as they could get. This should have been my first clue. My second clue should have been the wife saying, “Oh yeah, the camels have killed 8 or 10 ponies. Pick them up in their mouths and shake them like a dog.” Call me stubborn, but I was still convinced a camel was for the answer for us. I mean, just look at their long eyelashes and sweet soft noses. Besides, I’d read it was the bulls you needed to watch out for. And you don’t milk a bull.

When we got to the camel herd, I asked her if it was ok to get out with them. There were about 15-20 camels, but she said it was fine, there were no bulls. Just get out of their way if they want to be where you are, or they’ll knock you down and run you over. (Clue #3. You should stop reading my blog now. I’m an idiot. Obviously. God had to do a LOT to get my attention.)

My girls and I get out. My 6 year old, Haley, the one with PANDAS, walks right up and starts loving on them. No fear. I’m holding my 4 year old. I should have noticed the farmer and his wife stay inside the Rangers. Did I mention I’m an idiot?

The camels start to crowd us, I guess they all want some loving and scratching, so I put Haley on the front hood of the ranger. She’s loving this, now she’s at eye level with the sweet, lovey dovey camels.

Then it happens. From my view, I see the camels front lips go over her head. The farmer yells, “Watch her! Watch her! It will crush her skull!!!” I’m already snatching her down, literally out of the jaws of death. I get both the girls and we get back in the polaris. I’m shaken, to say the least. The farmers wife now decides its a good time to tell me the story of the farmer who was killed when his bull camel crushed his skull in his jaws. Oh, and the one about the kids who snuck in their barn one night and the camel picked him up and moved him 20 feet, in his jaws. Followed by a story of how they don’t like large guard dogs. Too dangerous. Is this the twilight zone?

Now, I’m finally done. No camel for us. You know that story about the guy in the Bible that puts out the fleece and asks for a sign? Again and again? That’s me. Thick headed and stubborn. It takes dead ponies and near skull crushing experiences to change my mind when my heart is set on something.

When we get to the car I tell my husband I don’t want a camel.

Later, I looked into llama’s. Sweet enough, in the camel family, but apparently they’re pretty hard to milk. Then I called Dr. Hinkle at Camel Milk USA. She told me about Donkey Milk, and how wonderful it is…. and donkeys don’t like to munch on skulls for fun and use ponies as rag dolls.  The more I researched it, the more it made sense.  (More about the amazing properties of Donkey Milk later.  It’s definitely one of God’s best superfoods!)

Before we go out and buy a donkey, we decided we should try the milk and make sure our daughter tolerated it. We made the switch without any easing into it. She loved it (less chunky, and sweeter tasting.) And then, the clincher, she said, “I love you, Daddy.” for the first time since PANDAS onset. Then she said it to Grandma. Done deal. We’re looking for a donkey. And, guess what, I found a donkey farmer who has one, a gentle riding mammoth donkey, perfect for the girls. The only problem is, she’s about $4,000. Yep. For a donkey. As I was talking to the rancher about buying her, she said, “Well, what if I just give her to you, sort of a loan, where you keep her and milk her until the baby is weaned, and then give the baby back to me and bring the mamma back to be bred? When she gets too old to breed, I’ll take her back and retire her.” Uhhhh, what? You know that moment when you realize God is answering a prayer, but you can’t quite believe it? I thought he was going to give us a camel, instead he’s giving us a donkey. A riding donkey. A gentle, sweet, already bred, donkey. Baby due in February…2015!! A $5,000 donkey. For FREE. From someone I’ve never even met. Have I mentioned yet that God is good? To care about something like us getting a donkey for our little girl, enough to close the door on the camel, and open it for a….donkey.

Now we just need a fence, and a barn…start praying for that for me, please. Who knew I would ever be excited about milking anything, much less a donkey!!!

By the way….I know this sounds crazy.  But it’s true for true.  Besides, you’re actually thinking about getting a donkey now too.  Maybe just a couple miniature ones the kids could milk in the backyard.  They could live in your playhouse.  Who’s crazy now? 😉


This blog is written by an anonymous mom. PANDAS disease is ugly. It’s practically unheard of, but it’s not rare. 1 in 200 kids has it. That’s right up there with childhood diabetes…but my pediatrician had never heard of it. This leads me to the question, how many kids out there are misdiagnosed, drugged for “behavioral issues”, OCD, schizophrenia, ADD, Autism, ADHD, Anorexic, or taken from their “bad” parents by well meaning doctors, teachers, and lawyers who don’t know about PANDAS. How many parents are searching for answers every night, in silent agony over losing their child, and have no one to talk to, no one who understands. This blog is for those parents. Those doctors. Those teachers. But mostly, it’s for those children. The ones with the fear in their eyes and the haunted look. The chapped and bloodied hands from washing incessantly. The lost childhood.

Lord, multiply this, share it with those who need it most. I don’t have time, or resources, or knowledge to get it into their hands. If it will bless them, let this reach them. In Jesus Name I pray for each hurting child. Amen.

This blog exists for informational purposes only. Posts should NOT be regarded as medical advice.
No author or commentator shall be liable for advice given.

It is every parent’s responsibility to determine whether camel milk, donkey milk, specific supplements, the ACC protocol or other biomedical interventions are appropriate for their child.
Furthermore, dosing for vitamins and supplements needs to be tailored to an individual’s needs with the help of a professional.

Thank you for reading the blog, please share it with those in need of hope!


2 responses to “How we discovered Donkey Milk and said goodbye to our Camel Dream

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s