Of course that wasn't the end of it. Above all is the chemotherapy. At first it struck me with nausea and a torturous, endless bout of insomnia. After this I was visited with mouth sores that prevented me from eating anything but soup for a week. I was connected to a morphine drip to ease the pain but even that struggled to do its job well.
Chemotherapy is a dark magic.
Its ultimate effect may be good but the road there is a frightening one. It makes me feel half-alive, like I'm drunk and walking on a tightrope. On one side there is death, and on the other, life. Even as I write this I feel sucked of my personality, my energy, my life. This is what happens after months of nausea, confusion, lethargy, dizzyness, chemicals, drugs.