Yeah, I find it rather scary. But monsters were made to be cut down.
Over the years, I’ve heard all sorts of extravagantly scary stories about chemotherapy; and now it’s my turn to have it.
It seems simple enough. I take three poisonous pills at 10 A.M. and 10 P.M., with another pill to stave off nausea. So far none of the scary stuff has happened. But I have a long way to go, five days a week for the next five weeks: the object is to shrink the polyps and maybe, if I’m very much blessed, to the point where surgery won’t be needed.
Oh–and a radiation treatment on each of all those days. If I wind up glowing in the dark, that means something’s wrong. I’ll be having one this afternoon.
I need to be here, at least somewhat healthy, for my wife. And I want to be here to see if my work bears fruit.
I thank you for your prayers.