Today our doctor told me, if we came in sooner, my son’s lung cancer wouldn’t have spread all over his body. I was devastated. I had been trying to get him to go to the doctor for weeks, but he insisted that the Tiger Balm would take care of the cough.
I had no idea it was something more sinister.
We decided to try an experimental treatment, but it was too late. The cancer had spread too far. The doctors said there was nothing they could do.
My son didn’t have much time left. He wanted to make the most of it, so we took a trip to the beach. We spent our last days together making memories, and I was grateful for the time I had with him.
But the night before he passed away, I was awoken by an eerie sound. It was a deep, raspy cough. It was coming from my son’s bedroom. I rushed to his side and saw him lying there, his chest rising and falling in a labored rhythm. He was coughing up blood.
I knew then that his cancer had come back. But this time, it was stronger. I watched in horror as the cancer spread, consuming my son’s body in a matter of minutes.
The next morning, he was gone. I had lost my son to the same thing that I had tried to protect him from–the same thing I had tried to cure with Tiger Balm.
I will never forget that night, and the terror that came with it. It is a reminder of how quickly life can be taken away, and how important it is to take care of our health.