I tell people that being diagnosed with cancer is a little like having a rug yanked from under your feet. The fall is hard and painful, but the wakeup call is a second opportunity to live life as you always wanted to live it. That was the biggest lesson I took from that day. My cancer diagnosis wasn’t a sign that it was all over, it was a second chance to turn my life around even if I didn’t know, then, for how much longer I was going to live.
I struggled a lot before deciding to carry on with chemotherapy and I had a million questions running through my mind. What if I went through all the treatments and none of them worked? Would I have been wasting my time when I could have been out enjoying whatever time I had left? And how would I handle the unending list of side effects without breaking down? In the end, I considered the pain of my family when facing the idea of me going away too soon and I accepted treatment on one condition. If I didn’t get better within one year, I would drop it.
As expected, the side effects of chemotherapy were excruciating. I couldn’t eat or drink anything without vomiting, my stomach hurt all the time, I kept wondering what my hair would look like when it grew back if it ever grew back. And I felt like the doctors weren’t paying attention to my complaints.
Then one day, I tasted the Chaga Earth’s organic Chaga tea a friend had at home and I couldn’t stop drinking it. I didn’t even like tea! But the wild Chaga mushroom tea felt so powerful and soothing, and it didn’t even taste like normal tea. Knowing that they called it anti-cancer Chaga was a bonus. I think finding this tea that day was the universe telling me everything would be okay, and it was.