The first time my sister go chemotherapy, she was in-patient and as they hung the bag I did not truly take notice. When round 3 came, I sat in a clinic with her and noticed that every patient was hooked to a pole. And on that pole was this bag. Although that bag contained toxins by definition- it also contained hope. Every patient in that clinic was receiving what they all hoped would be the cure. Receiving treatment is something that nearly everyone diagnosed with cancer endures. My sister- she received a lot more than many. And in the end, I am lucky to say that her many doses of 'hope' had a happy ending.