I hate chemo. I hate chemo and I don't even have to go through it.
I hate how sick it makes Mom.
I hate how it invades our lives, forcing us to overly plan something as simple as lunch with a friend.
I hate how we're filling Mom with poison and yet it's supposedly helping her.
I hate how it smells. It doesn't just smell in the treatment center. It also leaves Mom with a very distinct, very pungent odor that lasts for a week or more.
I hate how it's apparently so bad that children under 18 can't even be in the treatment area, meaning I can't spend quiet time visiting with my mom.
I hate how it screws with the brain and has all sorts of mental side effects. Mom's biggest side effects are impatience and combativeness.
Mom is doing well, but chemo is so hard on the whole family. Today she starts her final round of chemo, and I can't wait for that final day. She'll get to ring a bell and come home, and she'll (hopefully) never have to return for further chemo treatment.