Mo's Musings on the Irony(s) Of Chemotherapy

Originally this blog was set up to "advertise" my being a part of the Mom Sales Team for the kid friendly cell phone company, kajeet.  It still is since all the ads you see stating 15% off can be clicked and you will be taken to my landing page.  You can read previous posts about all that though.  I've come out here now to post my musings about the ironies I see in chemotherapy.

To begin with, a nurse can't even start the chemicals without first gowning up in a safety, paper/plastic lab coat and thick gloves.  You lay there thinking, "and I'm supposed to just lay here and let this stuff flow into my body when you can't even touch the bags without safety gear!"  Not only that, but the bags are covered in a bright green over-bag.  To me that green shouts of nausea. ;-)  Granted, the chemicals are supposed to kill off the cancer cells so I understand their needed level of toxicity and the need for precautions all the "healthy" must take to administer it; I just find it a bit ironic to watch them knowing that same toxicity is soon to be flowing all throughout me killing what it should right along with other parts it really ought to leave alone.   I mean, what did a hair follicle ever do to chemo?  Really!  Nearly as quickly as they are letting the chemo flow and often before even starting it they are balancing it with drugs, either I.V. or oral to counter most of the worst effects and mainly to protect vital organs such as your kidneys and bladder; also I receive eye drops with certain chemo to protect my eyes from infection and such. Zac often teases me about all the steroids and it likely is a good thing I don't play professional sports what with the level of steroids that get injected and swallowed by me during a chemo regime.  :-)

But think about it...the same God that heals us also gave wisdom to scientists/chemists to come up with not only chemicals to kill cancer cells so people don't just have to sit back and wait for the cancer to take their life, but also ways to protect vital organs and reduce side effects during the treatment process.  Now to my way of thinking, only the One true God could do that!  The Lord that formed us in our mothers' womb; that knit us each together uniquely; and who knows the exact number of our days...even before there was ever one of them.  He even numbered every hair on our head...at present I have none of my original count, but He'll do a re-count in time I'm sure.  Yes, the Lord is indeed the ultimate Great Physcian and Healer and Abba Father!  

So yes, there may be many ironic things that strike me while I'm enduring chemotherapy, but all I need do is lift my eyes unto the Lord and I see nothing ironic at all and I'm good to go on with the fight.