Any of you whose kids went through choristers at Saint Luke may well recognize this as the title of the musical about the three amigos of the Old Testament Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego and their not-so-fun adventures being thrown into the fiery furnace by King Nebuchudnezzar. The story goes that God saved them from their torture and made it "cool in the furnace," the title song of the musical.
So as I was undergoing hyperthermia today (see link for details about this protocol: http://www.chimachine4u.com/hyperthermia.html ), I kept repeating the mantra, "it's cool in the furnace, it's cool in the furnace." It didn't help much because -- trust me -- it was far from cool. It was hot, baby, stinkin' hot! And I was in that tent of infra-red heat for three hours. The goal was to get my body temp up to around 103 or 104 degrees. Before I could get there, my face started to show signs of heat stroke (very flushed cheeks and white circle around the mouth), which is pretty typical for me, so we had to end the session. Boy, was it intense! Three hours of sweat pouring off of me, nurse putting fan on my face, wiping perspiration from my brow. Let's hope it weakened a few cancer cells (does it do that, you ask? see link above).
At the same time I was in the hot-box, I was receiving standard IV cocktail of Laetrile and Vitamin C, followed by my first bag of low-dose chemo. So far (3 hours later), feeling no ill-effects.
So.... it's been quite a productive day here at that "shack of miracles" in Tijuana.
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