To Chemo, or not to Chemo -- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind and body to suffer
The pangs and tremors of the pest within --
Or by baring arms to the chemo needle
Invite the aches and after-shocks
That flesh becomes heir to:
'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be debated:
To chemo: and fight the monsters
in the unexplored mind and body --
And perchance find the ammo to do so
To chemo: sure killer of blood and bile --
but perchance may also douse the fire within --
That's the rub that gives us pause.
Or Not to chemo --
And cover up arms
for fear of unexplored country
from whose bourn not many travellers return:
Or Not to chemo -- and bear those pangs we have
Than fly to others that we know not of --
Puzzles the will and makes cowards of us
So softly now Fair Nurse:
gently prod the needle in
'cause the native hue of resolution
Must not be sicklied o'er by the pale cast of fear
And enterprise of great adventure
be not lost for want of resolute will.
(With apologies to Shakespeare for making him turn in his grave)
