When I was 10 years old, my grandmother was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of 50. The doctors gave her just six months to live. I remember the fear, the uncertainty, and the feeling of helplessness around us. But my mother refused to accept that timeline. She searched for alternatives and took my grandmother to natural therapists and herbalists. They gave her medicinal teas, natural remedies, and strict dietary guidance.

What stayed with me was not just the treatments — it was the hope. And while my grandmother did eventually pass, she lived longer and with a better quality of life than doctors had predicted. That experience planted a seed in me that never left.

Years later, that seed became deeply personal