Interesting article
https://longreads.com/2019/09/18/communique-from-an-exurban-satellite-clinic-of-a-cancer-pavilion-named-after-a-financier
Forum Discussion
@kmakm I certainly identify with elements of the story.
For instance the bizarreness of having substances so toxic that no-one else can even risk being in contact with your bodily fluids, injected directly into a vein. I remember finding about the origins of Cyclophosphamide as mustard gas, and again feeling how strange it was - colluding with medically qualified people to allow it to be intravenously administered into me.
At times I did feel like I was a part on a production line, despite the best efforts of the medical team (especially the chemo nurses) to treat me with care and kindness.
And I do remember thinking that, despite the assertions of my oncologist, the treatments have not changed much since my mother's BC diagnosis in the late eighties.
I didn't go around leaving hanks of my hair as a representation of distress, although by the time it fell out I had already shaved it to a number four.
For instance the bizarreness of having substances so toxic that no-one else can even risk being in contact with your bodily fluids, injected directly into a vein. I remember finding about the origins of Cyclophosphamide as mustard gas, and again feeling how strange it was - colluding with medically qualified people to allow it to be intravenously administered into me.
At times I did feel like I was a part on a production line, despite the best efforts of the medical team (especially the chemo nurses) to treat me with care and kindness.
And I do remember thinking that, despite the assertions of my oncologist, the treatments have not changed much since my mother's BC diagnosis in the late eighties.
I didn't go around leaving hanks of my hair as a representation of distress, although by the time it fell out I had already shaved it to a number four.