it’s now jokingly known as the “green tea emergency,” but at the time, there wasn’t anything funny about it.
an emergency doctor from a north toronto hospital was on the phone, said the nurse, as she popped her head into the examining room. my oncologist and i had just begun a debate about whether or not the daily medication that i took had anything to do with the skull-crushing headaches i was waking up with every day.
as he left to take the call, i decided to wave the white flag — debating side effects was mostly a losing battle with him. he was about the science, he’d say, rhyming off the most likely reasons for said side effect. in this case, my head was pounding probably because of stress, dehydration, or not enough sleep, he reasoned confidently, standing up, leaving to take the call.
when he came back, he said that one of his newly diagnosed patients had been admitted to hospital with severe nausea and vomiting, and test results were showing worrying changes in his blood work. after talking to the patient’s wife, it was ascertained that the man had been drinking close to a gallon of green tea every day — roughly 16 mugs — to, as she put it, help with treating his cancer.
turns out the guy, a life coach, was a worrier, she had explained to my oncologist. he hadn’t slept in weeks, pacing back and forth beside his bed in the dark, stressing about the possibility that the medication would stop working and that it was poisoning his body. they had also been having some marital problems since his diagnosis, she volunteered, with the constant brooding and panic weighing heavy on the romance.