This is growing tiresome and painful.
I have a wonderful physician-scientist research collaborator who, God bless her (or your own personal God-equivalent), takes care of little people with cancer. You’d think that a person who chooses this line of work would get a frickin’ karmic break, right?
I just learned that her brother died last week of brain cancer; I believe it was glioblastoma multiforme (GBM), not a good one, if there is such a thing. He is survived by his wife and 4-year-old daughter. I learned from her of his diagnosis at a cancer research meeting last November – what’s that?..eight months?
I have a 4-year-old daughter and it would pain me beyond belief to know that my wife would have to carry on with her alone if my genes dealt me a bad hand.
Yes, yes, we all have to die of something. Cancer rarely gives one a good death, but could we at least outlaw it for people under, I don’t know, maybe 70 or so.
I’ve gotta get back in the lab and do something useful – this is total bullshit.