Just a few points to ponder:Chemotherapy does not contain radiation. Chemotherapy contains all kinds of nasty things for the human body, but radioactivity isn't one of them. Besides, we obtain our daily recommended allowance of radiation from the reactors at Fukushima. Remember that little deal? They still haven't cleaned the area, but not to worry. Hey, who are we to doubt what a government tells its people? It's not like the earth has a wound with deadly isotopes leeching into the Pacific Ocean every day for the last two years or so. If the Japanese government says there's nothing to worry about, that's good enough for me.
Number 12 was a particularly nasty energy zapper. The run, run, run, run, of the holidays didn't help and I'm looking forward to dragging Mr. Tree to the secret Christmas Tree gave-yard where he can quietly turn rust-red and return to the soil. We purchased a mean tree this year, one with a bad twist at the base. Yet, would anyone listen to dumb old dad and not buy that one? Of course not. But who do they call when he falls over? Sure, I can stop what I'm doing, refrain from saying, "I told you so," and go fix the problem.I've been particularly blessed and otherwise healthy during the last six months. And now, BOOM - head-cold city. I woke this morning snarling like Gollum, hacking globules of putrid and maleficent yellowness. My sinuses are blocked like the healthcare website. I also forgot just how gooood a swig of Nyquil can be. Yummy stuff that; spoken in that abject manner as only an old problem drinker can.
Staggering numbers of people have cancer. Two out of five Americans will have some type of cancer in their lifetimes. The Cancer Center is always full. Six months ago, I never appreciated what this meant.
Finally for now, there's a group of ladies at the Cancer Center whose job it is to prep people for all types of unpleasantness. Basically, they pierce the flesh over the port, draw blood, attach tubes, enter data, and when it's all over, they remove the tape and extract the needles. I say ladies because that's who works in this section of the Center where I go. Yes, I'm aware mileage may vary and if you think I'm a sexist pig-dog, that's your problem and not mine. Anyway - these ladies have one of the more thankless jobs of the process. Day after day they work with an unending stream of people who aren't at all happy to see them. If you're the praying kind, send up a few words for them. They're patient, professional, and they usually smile. I can't imagine doing what they do.