A true story of the restorative power of nature in one man’s struggle with cancer and recovery.
– Michael G. Anderson, Ph.D., Emeritus Scientist, Ducks Unlimited Canada
– Dr. Linda E. Carlson, Ph.D., C.Psych. University of Calgary
“Wonderful… an exceptional avenue to the use of images of nature as a healing force.”
– Robert Bateman
From Tiger, Tiger:
“Cat-like screeches sweep toward me: the vanguard of birds is closing fast. I cannot see them flying through the river fog below me, but then a bright torrent of crimson, yellow, and blue crests the hill: a dozen macaws lit by the rising sun… I almost forget to count them, still shaking my head in disbelief that I am truly here, surrounded by the raucous riot of flaming color” (Part 1, Chapter One, pp. 16 and 17).
“Dr. Synder also wants to stick me with cancer…Monkey saliva, jungle fever, bites from army ants…it just has to be something else” (Part 1, Chapter one, pp. 23-24).
“Days 8-11. I dread the arrival of the searing routine of burning and freezing that now comes every night within a few fearful minutes of 7:10 p.m. I wish it were only malaria – at least then the fever that lasts for hours would have a cause…Each night, the same technician arrives to draw blood. She tries to disguise the troubled look on her face…Although I don’t know it, my situation is now more precarious than when I waded one black morning with crocodiles” (Part 2, Chapter 10, p.75).
“The snow is steady on the way home. Big flakes, horizontal in the headlights, drift around the buildings in the small towns we pass. The girls sleep; I drive slowly on the slick roads, thinking of a tiger in the snow… (Part 3, Chapter 15, p.111).
“We sit on the summit, our boots swinging over the side, sharing mini-packs of cheese and peanut butter to fuel the long descent ahead…I lick a chunk of ice, freezing my tongue, thinking of how far I have come, always with nature as my guide”
(Part 3, Chapter 23, p.163).