Discovery Island: The End Is Only the Beginning Being disabled no longer meant just the body to Chenoa; it meant her mental stability had gone as well. She had taken her fair share of hits: bone cancer, aborting the baby she had waited so long for, and the amputation of her painting arm. Life was no longer worth living. Yes, she still had her husband, but so what. She couldn't do what she loved, she couldn't paint, she couldn't hold a child in her arms. Furthermore, she was dying, the cancer had metastasized, ""nothing we can do,"" so they sent her home to die. She wished for death every day, wanted the grim reaper to take her away. Then one very cold night, she began to fly, free of pain through a cloud-studded sky. When she landed, she found herself in a strange land filled with talking animals, mystical creatures, and one very foul villain. Had she died, was she dreaming? As she took a first awkward step into this new world, her harrowing and inspirational journey on the Discovery Island had begun.