Chemotherapy in my mind is Aweful. I know it's saved lives and has been successful in fighting cancer. I still fear it. Why, my coworker had cancer and she did Chemotherapy. It ate her bones and destroyed her cancer. Afterwards she had an arm that swelled up and had to be squeezed every day to get excess fluids out of her arm. She had to wear a squeeze sleeve everyday. Her foot kept breaking from walking. Work did not care, she pleaded with them to let her work the counter so she could avoid stressing her bones. They didn't care, this is the job if you can't do it leave. She was desperate and her friends and family found her a sedentary job. However, the chemical burn she suffered was not enough. Cancer returned. She did Chemotherapy again. Her body could not handle it. She passed away. I miss her, she was light and a beautiful soul. The monsters that created Chemotherapy created a torture that kills you slowly. Destroys your body all with a hope of saving you. Sounds like a devils bargain. I can save you but you have to survive. This is why I fear Chemotherapy.