I wish the best for you and your loved ones, and genuinely hope your wife beats the shit out of this cancer and I hope she beats it so badly that it never retur

I wish the best for you and your loved ones, and genuinely hope your wife beats the shit out of this cancer and I hope she beats it so badly that it never returns. My mother went through ovarian cancer, including the hysterectomies, chemo, and associated therapies. I wish I could tell you it was easy, but I would be lying, it's not. Incidentally, at least for my mother, the injections she would get shortly after her chemo treatments -- if I remember right these were referred to as "white cell-count booster shots" although I don't remember their actual medical terminology -- these left her feeling far worse than the actual chemotherapy. It most affected her appetite, namely she didn't have one for 3-4 days after getting the injections. We tried everything the doctors and nurses recommended, and a few that the internet recommended [don't do this, but we were desperate], all to no avail. Finally, I talked her into smoking a joint -- and this woman never drank anything other than communion wine or did any drugs in her 55+ years of life before this. Appetite problem solved. It was back in spades, almost like never before. I guess what I'm saying is, if your wife finds herself with the same issues [and I hope she does not] never mind the 'stigma' associated with it -- weed works.