More research needed into side-effects of chemo and hormone therapy

I feel like I'm treading water in a dark ocean, fending off monster shark with only a wooden toothpick as a weapon. I can't see the predator but I know it's circling. AI is my toothpick. It's all I've got during the never ending swim for shore.

 I loathe the drug and suspect it is not only useless, but my clutching it means I'm spending valuable time focussing on something that won't help me. Or maybe it will. Perhaps I'll be able to drive my tiny toothpick right into that sharks cold eye.

Maybe the leviathan will go and eat something else. I just don't know.