So a malignant growth has transformed me into a tree hugger and it’s done something even more amazing for my psychological well-being.
Malignant growth and trees… I know, sounds insane.
A wide range of things are said to ‘ensure against’ malignant growth, turmeric, apples, fish… the rundown goes on.
I never used to really think about trees – until I got diagnosed with a stage 4 tumor.
Yet, you most likely never gave a thought to the tree outside your window, in your nursery or in a nearby park?
Presently with regards to malignancy, it turns out certain trees – yew trees for instance – really can help treat the disease.
A synthetic in the trees’ needles, known as taxanes, are utilized to help make the chemo sedate Taxotere, which is utilized to treat lung, prostate and some advanced breast malignancies.
In any case, that is not by any means the only way they can help.
Tree hugging can help
In the event that like me you are living with malignancy and are experiencing the everyday routine of tiresome treatment, a little tree embracing activity truly can help.
It turns out this is a logical thing. Studies have indicated patients recuperate quicker when they can see trees from their emergency clinic windows.
Furthermore, it doesn’t just apply to ill patients that benefit from the connection.
This week, in addition to the fact that it was one of my preferred days of the year – time to set up our Christmas tree, yet I was additionally fortunate enough to help my sister-in-law Clare, who works at the Tree Council.
She snagged me into help plant a few trees in Richmond Park to observe National Tree Week.
Getting outside wide open to the harshe elements, fresh climate and investing some energy encompassed by trees made me truly value the effect they have had on me, and my treatment venture.
Malignancy or no disease, they can have a massively positive effect on your psychological wellness.
I planted an apple tree in Richmond Park this week – I’ll most likely never observe it however my children will.
These trees have and will be here for some a greater number of years than I have, and they will stand long after I am sure.
Watching them shed their leaves in autumn time, reminds me that life goes on, and will do long after the malignant growth at long last gets me for the last time.
That idea helps me manage my passing, and the genuine possibility that I probably won’t get the chance to see my children, and their children grow up.