From diagnosis to treatment, a refined system identifies where the cancer is, may be, could be, and then takes steps to kill it, stop it, and decimate it.
Imagine the thousands or millions of cells that are growing and possibly traveling throughout the body. You are scanned, radiated, probed, and monitored.
A plastic port is placed under the skin and connected to a tube that is threaded down your jugular and into your heart to save you from repeated intravenous stabs.
To attack the cancer cells, the body tissues must first be flooded with caustic agents sent into your heart in a slow, pulsating flow from a machine.
Some agents are targeted to kill only your tumor cells, not all new cells. Still, it’s impossible to escape the chemicals as they do their job.
The side-effects for many: your hair falls out, mucous membranes dry out, and your immune system is smashed. Even a simple chest cold turns into a midnight trip to the ER.
Your appetite is killed. Your intestinal cells don’t turnover. There is constipation or diarrhea. The list goes on during this marathon of treatment, and you pray that the drugs do more than try and kill you.
Next, slip under the knife to probe, prod, and remove what may be left of the tumor. Finally, they blast your body with radiation to “sweep” away any remnants of cancer that slipped through the cracks.
Through it all, you move forward with your life.