The truth about chemotherapy

I remember kneeling down on my knees and praying to god in the emergency room bathroom. We were back in the emergency room again after my mother did 2 weeks of aggressive chemo therapy. She had stage 4 stomach cancer that spread to her liver. This happen only 18 months after my father had died. We found who we were told was the “best” oncologist and did exactly what he had said. My mother did it because she wanted us...