My late husband used to call medical assistants nurses; he didn't care about the letters after their name, only that they were there to comfort him while he was going
through his chemo therapy.
I'm going
through Chemo therapy now, and in the depths of my pain and the worst that the chemicals can do to me, I wandered about my house crying before the photos of my children, my long dead parents, and my sweet wife.
Not exact matches
But what really concerns me is the fact that I opted to go
through conventional (lumpectomy, radiation,
chemo)
therapy over 12 years ago.