So they're filling me with poison to save my life

That's a weird irony of cancer. I've lived for so many years (about 30) with organics, and no red meat since 1978, not smoking since 1984, not drinking since 1988, no caffeine, and everyone says how wonderful I look, so young, so healthy and here I am with stage 3 cancer. Dying. And I've battled all these years to fight my family history of hypertension, heart disease etc, which I don't have. Using natural cleaners for my home and laundry. No soda. and on and on. But here I am not just allowing but welcoming and thanking the medical community while they put poison into my body to save my life. To kill the bad cells and the good to keep me alive. Maybe the healthy living I've done all these years will result in a better outcome when its all done, but who knows. There's no science on it. I'm certainly thankful that the science exists to keep me alive because a few years ago, it was not the case. So, round 2 tomorrow.