Chemotherapy can clean out your sinuses. I wouldn’t recommend it as a primary tool to fight sinusitis, but it seems to be an unexpected side benefit for cancer treatment.
My wife has always been tortured by allergies of all sorts. Our first home was in Kingsport, TN, which had an Eastman film plant and a paper processing plant. A true Kingsporter could take a whiff of air at the beginning of the day and tell by the disgusting odor which way the wind was blowing. If you smelled photographic chemicals then the wind was blowing from the Eastman plant. If you smelled rotten eggs then the wind was moving over the paper factory. Neither did her sinuses any good.
When we moved to Texas she had a reprieve until she adapted to the pollen of cedars and other Texas plants which spread their love through the air. Finally we ended up in Florida, and don’t get her started about the powers of mold which comes in all shapes, colors and varieties.
She developed this hacking cough which never went away, which was particularly distressing if we were watching a mystery on television. Just as the detective would say, “And the murderer is…” my wife would cough. It wasn’t so bad when she coughed just as they announced Miss America because the winner’s hands flew to her face and she started crying. Anyone could see that.
Last week wife she drove herself to her allergist whom she had not seen since she was diagnosed with breast cancer. The drive takes an hour, but it was worth it. He told her that her sinus cavities were the healthiest he had ever seen in her. The doctor cautioned her to return immediately if the old symptoms started cropping up again.
All we need now is for the last of the redness to fade away, and we can start planning our victory trips.
And for the first time in I don’t know how long, I can finally hear the detective reveal who done it.
Who done it? My wife. The toughest broad ever. That’s film noir language for “I love her.”