29/2/16
Somewhere
hidden in basements of every blessed pharmaceutical company there are demented,
little men naming chemo meds.
Is there really any reason on this
green-and-beautiful-earth to label a child's medication with a 23-letter name?
It's hard enough to get through all this without having to administer doses of
a drug whose name is something akin to a word only ever found in the final
round of a national spelling-bee competition? Evil!
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If you have experience with these medications you will
know that they take on a life of their own. Some make your kid sick whilst others
just exhaust her or him. These meds are each bullies and vamps in their own right.
Therefore, in our household, they have become starlets. My son's dresser
in my mind has been transformed into 1930's Hollywood Boulevard. It’s a place where
the pavement is festooned with stars (or possibly drag queens) like Vin Christine and Donna Rubbison.
Each one is a dame, strutting in minks, diamonds, and designer rags. They cost
a fortune to maintain while making life hell for anyone near them. Beautiful
poison.
The
image helps to bring a smile to my face. I've even laughed a few times (only
once at a highly inappropriate time). I feel making light of these toxic
chemicals helps to demystify them. Sure these meds remain complicated and hard
to understand, but then so are some starlets. To paraphrase Norma Desmond, “I remain big; it’s the pills that got small.”
PG
Somerset
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