C(for chemotherapy) minus 19 hours (But who's counting?)

In 19 hours I will go in to the clinic, put my arm out and let them inject me with chemicals so toxic that they must let them go in very slowly over 7 hours. The nurses will have to take special care not to expose themselves to it.
Ive spent my life avoiding toxic  things. I try to avoid eating food with pesticides, milk from  cows that have been given BPH, plastic water bottles. I could go on and on. Now that I am sick, Im going to get even MORE sick in order to get better. Does this make sense? Does anything make sense in this new world I have entered? How could I grow a tumor the size of a grapefruit in 3 months? Why can I eat almost normally with this thing sitting on my stomach? Ok, I admit, I don't want to eat very much at any one time. How can I feel so well while my body is riddled with cancer?
I could go on.
On the brighter side there are some advantages to having cancer and chemotherapy.
Here is my list so far:
I won't have to wash my hair.
I will save on shampoo and rinse.
I won't have to have my hair cut. I get a wig styled just for me instead.
I won't have to shave my legs, or armpits or pluck my eyebrows.
When I want something I can have it. Who's going to argue with a woman who has cancer??
I get my cleaning lady back!
All my loved ones are praying for me.
I get new toys just because I want them. (Hello iPhone 4S!)
I get to eat ice cream .. no guilt.
I get a therapy dog and two therapy cats at my beck and call.
I get to get closer to God and to his angels. 
The ironic thing is that I usually(but not always) feel pretty peaceful in the middle of all of this.
So all in all this has been a pretty good day.