“Every month, I go to the hospital to receive outpatient chemotherapy injections for five days in a row. My doctors say this will be my routine for the next year.”
I remember when my father underwent chemotherapy. “Experimental combination,” the oncologist would say. The cancer was aggressive and advanced. A standard treatment protocol was out of consideration. There was not much they could do about his mets, but they were hopeful that chemo would prolong his life beyond the months they could foresee.
Sadly, that never came to pass, but what did pass was the terrible after effects of chemotherapy. My father was a strong man, and even in his last days following chemo, the misery of it was plainly obvious. It is such a strange and horrible dilemma to suffer at the hands of either cancer unchecked or of the potent and toxic chemo.
To not have undergone chemo would have most likely made his last days easier, but then again, at that point, we were willing to take any chance.
Follow the link to read the first person account of Suleika Jaouad as she writes about her experiences as a young adult with cancer in the series: Life, Interrupted.