swollen and heavy feet

Thank you, Sabra, for your response. I didn't write more because it occured to me swollen feet cannot be related to anything - it just came out of nowhere. No other symptoms. Just another trouble.
But I've looked into Chapell's book about homeopathy today. He explains very well how physical complaints originate in our minds and (supressed) emotions. From this perspective my mother's problem seems entirely different.

My mother comes from a proud family. It was just an ordinary middle-class family, but always considered themselves richer and socially somewhat higher than other people. My mother always liked and still likes to boast over my and my younger brother's successes, she even bloats the smaller ones into bigger. Yes, every mother is proud of her offspring, but I think she is overdoing it a little - as if she needed something to support her self-confidence.

She is pretty miserly with money, often complains over our financial situation, which is ok (not rich, not poor), but it seems to me she needs much savings to feel safe ("what if something happened?") She often blames my father for not working enough and not bringing more money (my father's salary is average, my mother's too).

She can be very vicious when arguing with my father, she pulls all the dirt from the past and sweeps it into his face. Needles to say there's no real dirt - my father is a good man, never did her anything bad.

She often fears for the people around her, especially the family - when I was a kid, I had to stay mostly at home, because she was afraid something would happen to me somewhere. When my brother (21) goes out, she's worried about him and cannot sleep until he returns. She can make up the worst possible scenarios and then fears it will actually happen.

She hates changes. When I was born she quit her job (kindergarten nurse) and works at home since (as a dressmaker). My father says she never liked changes, everything had to be in its tracks, but because she sits at home all the time, it is much worse now. She never goes to longer trips (longer than one day). She is only willing to visit her mother, once a year she is able to stay there for a weekend or week, but she prepares a long time before (calls grandma days before, packs carefully). She can bloat even one day trips into big journeys needing long preparation.

She's scared as hell and anxious a lot everytime something pulls her a little off her track of life. She got an offer recently to attend a two month computer course; she was talking about the whole month before it started, saying she's not gonna make it, she's not able to learn anything about computers and mostly how greatly it would change her daily regime ("what if a customer needed to come the same hour?"). Shortly before the first lesson she tried to cancel, but we persuaded her (with great effort) she at least has to try it, so she went. Now the first month is over and she is happy, she learns quickly, is doing well and says the people there (the other students) are great.
But next time she will be facing any change she will be scared again. She just takes everything - and first of all herself - too seriously. Like if life was no fun.

She's a perfectionist, everything has to be perfect and tidy - both things and people.

The problem with her unwillingness to do anything else than the things she's used to is that she wants us to be the same. Well, she's nice to me and my brother - says we are young and should enjoy life as much as possible (adding "I'm too old for such things, I cannot change anymore" with one breath), but she empties all her frustration on her husband. My father wants to go somewhere - a meeting with friends - and the moment he tells her she starts to be really unpleasant. She blames him for going out and leaving her home; he tells she can of course come and have fun too, and she turns over and says she can't, because she has much work to do, she can't just mess around. And that's a trap you can't avoid - she is the poor one who *must* work and her husband is the bad guy. "I cannot (don't want to) go anywhere, so you must stay here and suffer with me. If you have fun when I have none, you're bad." It is really annoying. The result is my father doesn't go anywhere to avoid arguments and silence (my mother often expresses her dissatisfaction and anger by not talking to anyone and making hurt faces).

So it came to my mind her heavy foot could be related to this... She feels anchored to her home, to the only place she feels safe. She loved company and was going out almost every night when she was young - my father said the marriage changed her, she started taking everything very seriously. Maybe she wants be the same even now, but the fear wouldn't let her. She is a prisoner with heavy swollen balls on her feet.

Her another complaints are constipation (may be related to her attitude to money and her inner tension?), sometimes backache. She had gall bladder surgery some 5 years ago (she had stones). (Her mother and her mother's mother had the same gall bladder problems - and I know I can expect the same.)
But it can also be all related to her sedentary work - she sits by the sewing machine many hours a day and I know constipation, backache and heavy feet are common complaints of people with sedentary jobs.

What do you think now, do you see a possible remedy for this story? Thanks in advance...

Any ideas anybody? Please? :)

I think you're right, Sabra, this way I'm programming my gall bladder to make trouble... But on the other side, I'm fascinated by how much we inherit from the previous generations. I have something from every of my ancestors, but there's a clear line connecting the women from my mother's branch - similar health problems and similar age. My great-grandma died at age of 92 in pretty good health. My grandma is almost 80 and is in perfect shape - no problems at all, just a little backache here and there or slight digestion problems. My mother is 50 and looks younger and I'm sure she's gonna live a long life - despite of her pesimistic attitude and anxious nature. And I'm very sure I'll at least match my great-grandma's age.

I was sort of considering the gall bladder problems as a small price for the long age genes. Seems to me now it was silly - health is not about haggling with your own body.

Thanx, Passkey, I will read about Arsenicum, seems that should be it.
Sabra, do you agree or have another suggestions?