Once upon a time, when I was a teenager, my father came home with a box of small white paper bags with all sorts of herbs in them.
He told me he’d been to the health food shop. The bags were full of herbs to help him, as he’d been diagnosed with Bowel Cancer.
He was in his early 40’s. In retrospect, I wonder if he just went to the Health food shop, as it was the only proactive thing he knew how to do?
Apart from dealing with the emotional side of the very real possibility of losing my Dad, it was a turning point for me. I was determined to be as healthy as I could possibly be.