Hi there @ddon...chemo is scary to think of, but as I went through it, I pictured the drugs dripping in and hunting down the cancer, cell by cell. I pictured each f**ker exploding with a screech of outrage as it exploded. Dramatic, I know, but it worked for me. I also used a good dose of black humour along the way. My husband took to my bald head with textas before each chemo session, and the nurses would trot over to see the artwork. Once a stick figure pushing a lawnmower....that was their favourite. Also knitted a bright fuschia pink beanie with F**K CANCER (with all the letters) and wore it with a grin. On a more serious note, it was a hard slog, but if this old trout got through, so will you. Also remember, opinions are like arseholes...everybody has one. Hugs.