First batch of tea!

Well, last night after dinner, Lorraine made the first batch of Grand Master Fu's tea. I think the whole house smelled like rancid bat urine for a few hours. We allowed it to putrefy the refrigerator overnight, and this morning after breakfast I had my first cup.

Just when I thought I was done with it, is set down the coffee cup thinking it was empty. Imagine my surprise to see the intestine of a frog still hanging over the edge of the cup! I think dangling inside may have been small testicle but I'm not sure.

As gruesome as it was to drink, I just have to program my mind to remember that this tea is my friend. It was programmed for me and my needs – nobody else's. It will dissolve this tumor and allow me to become healthy again. So whatever it tastes like, or whatever body parts of which ever animals happen to be still inside the coffee cup when I'm done does not matter. All I need to do is drink is one cup of this tea a few times a day... And I can do that!

There are times in life when you have to concentrate on the end result, not the discomfort you feel at the time. This is definitely one of those times for me.

I met Grand Master Fu in person and had my healing session with him. There is absolutely no reason why I should not trust his judgment, his skills, or his prescription for tea. He is, after all, a Grand Master of of 5000 year old ancient Chinese medical tradition. His training cannot and should not be taken lightly, and I do not! I do not need to know how this tea works or what is in it anymore than I would need to understand chemotherapy and how radiation works on a tumor. What I need to know is that ancient Chinese medicine has cured thousands of people over just as many years. I firmly believe in this treatment and that God has put these people in my life for this reason. I may very well need to incorporate Western medicine in with this treatment – and if I do, so be it.

My faith in God and my love for my beautiful wife Lorraine will keep me strong. I will beat this brain tumor and I will not let it win. I will walk strong again, and I will move my hand again. There is no doubt. How long it will take does not matter to me as I have the will to win... And will do so!

Thank you all for giving me in your prayers. Feedback from my statements on this blog is always read and in fact encouraged! I need to know that you're reading my posts because some days it takes a lot for me to share my mind.

There's nothing like a life-threatening illness to turn your life upside down and really show you where priorities are. The things that you thought were important one day are simply unimportant the next. It may be hard to describe but that's the way I feel. Everything in my life has been completely moved over, shifted away, and my focus is completely on healing. My passion for tinkering on the Corvette and around the house has had to be put on the sideburner. My telescope equipment has to sit unused until I can use it again safely and without dropping any of the expensive parts.

That is particularly painful for me this time of year, as springtime is very nice weather for astronomy and taking pictures of far away galaxies which is what I love to do. I have to realize daily just how foolish it would be for me to be out in the dark walking around thousands of dollars worth of equipment when I can't even walk without a cane and I cannot use my left hand or arm. Soon enough these functions will be restored to me and I will be able to resume my hobbies and passions.

For right now, my concentration is on healing- and you are along for the ride!

-Paul Brustas