A bottle of fluid hanging on an IV stand next to each bed was connected by a rubber tube to each patient. The moans and groans along with the sounds of retching and the smell made it seem like a snake pit. When I walked into it, the thought of an extended period of this made my knees weak and my stomach squeamish before even starting. A lovely nurse patiently explained what I would be going through. She gave us, in writing, a detailed description of each of the four drugs I would be receiving, including what each was, what each would accomplish, the schedule by which each would be given to me and what effects each drug would have.
Chemotherapy is technically therapy by the use of chemicals.
When a person takes two aspirins, he is taking a form of chemotherapy. The chemicals are so strong that it is necessary to flush them through your system. A great deal of water, therefore, is given before and after the chemicals. With the explanations out of the way, it came time to start this dreaded treatment. I took one large bite, tasted it, forced myself to swallow it and promptly vomited.