Some Solace-some Sanctuary.

There really is no way to tell someone how it feels to get -to undergo-Chemotherapy. There is really no feeling that you have ever had that compares to it. The closest one might come is to say that it would feel like the worst 'hangover' you have ever had-but then multilpy it several times over and it lasts a long time-days perhaps.
But this is 'normal' abnormal' to feel this way. Chemos job is to go into your body and destroy' whatever it can without killing you. The objective is to kill as many of the 'bad' cells as is possible without killing you in the process.
The members of the 'Chemo. gang' know this all to well. We wish we didn't . We wish we could tell you that when you have come to this 'site' you will see flowers and butterflies and peaceful landscape.
That would be telling you a lie. That would serve no purpose at all.
But this bleak picture painted is also a picture of a struggle. A struggle to get control of your body back. That at the end of the 'gauntlet' you will reach those butterflies and birds and peaceful times.
You can 'live' again. You must fight the good fight.
We hope to help you by showing you what the 'enemy looks like and can recognize him and be prepared best you can.

Bill