I pray for each and every bag that is hung

As the oncology nurses hung the chemo bags, I noticed that there would be a huge production of getting covered up (They called it "smurfed down", because everything would be in blue). They would put on a gown that would go past their knees and the sleeves would go to their wrists. They would also put on not one, but two pairs of gloves and safety glasses with a mask. It almost made me feel like I shouldn't be in there while they hooked him up. Charlie asked them in the beginning of his chemo treatments why they do this only with the chemo and not the pre-med bags. They explained to us that it was mainly because of OSHA and the safety precautions they had to take with the chemicals. This nurse (he was the only one like this ~ not thinking about what was coming out of his mouth and how it was coming out) even went on to explain how potent the chemo was and if it got on their skin it would burn and what they would have to do if it did, what it did to the cells good and bad, blah~blah~blah. Basically... as I listened to this nurse, I watched my husband's eyes get bigger. I cut in by saying, "I thank God for this chemo." My husband and the nurse just looked at me confused. I continued, "This chemo is my husband's only chance to live. If I could kiss the bags I would. I find myself praying over each and every bag that is being hung. I pray that the pre-med will help with infections and any nauseous that might occur. I pray that the chemo will kill and destroy every cancer cell that has formed in my husband with a vengeance. I also know what the chemo does to the healthy cells and organs. I thank God that He formed our bodies with such loving care that the cells would turn around and produce even more healthy ones." They just looked at me. All the nurse could say was, "Yes, you're right." My husband only reached out and held my hand.