Stalking the predator in the chemo terrain

Under this chemo I go slow and life comes fast. I feel like I'm moving through a webbed solution, And if I touched something cold, my fingertips ache like I have splinters of frostbite, then they fade, But it's all part of the healing. No idea what I'll feel next. But I'm embolden by the friends who care for me--it's a force that throbs strongly, and humbles me with other people's spirits who care. I'm not complaining or whining, just trying to describe the terrain. I'm wary, neutral, and ready to squeeze the life out of anything that attempts to stop me from returning to the world of passionate indifferent cares.