Quality of life
Quality of Life My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book . Psalm 139:15 – 16 As the treatment continues, the debilitating side effects become increasingly unbearable. Imagine undergoing treatment, and with each passing day, you feel progressively worse. Two years had passed, and this was my mother's firsthand account. My mother, tired and worn from her last hospitalization and stay in the nursing home, gazes into my eyes and softly utters, "I can't bear to continue with chemotherapy." When I looked at her, a wave of understanding washed over me, and I realized that I no longer had the desire to continue after thi...