My younger brother passed away a year ago from a rare type of tumor. I still haven't fully processed it, and the weight of his memory hits me hard. He fought a brutal illness for an entire year, until it literally consumed him.
He had such an incredible will to live. He fought with everything he had until the very end, even after being told countless times that nothing could be done. Honestly? I don't think I could have been that strong.
My dear brother, you are always on my mind.
When facing malignant diseases, shouldn't we fight with every tool available? Why should we just give up when conventional medicine says it's over? I’m becoming increasingly convinced that alongside standard treatments, one should explore other options—not just anything, of course, but things like herbal supplements, Jakopvić's mushrooms, macrobiotics...
He had such an incredible will to live. He fought with everything he had until the very end, even after being told countless times that nothing could be done. Honestly? I don't think I could have been that strong.
My dear brother, you are always on my mind.
When facing malignant diseases, shouldn't we fight with every tool available? Why should we just give up when conventional medicine says it's over? I’m becoming increasingly convinced that alongside standard treatments, one should explore other options—not just anything, of course, but things like herbal supplements, Jakopvić's mushrooms, macrobiotics...