One more week finished of gut-wrenching, cell-killing chemo. A mother wouldn’t purposely feed her child poison, it’s unthinkable! But here he is, submitting to liquid chemicals that burn veins, poison kidneys, kill hair follicles, and HOPEFULLY destroy cancer cells. All week I’ve thought about the medicine that he’s taking can either kill him or make him better. What a dichotomy. Or is it irony? Whatever you choose to call it, it’s brutal.