Cancer is a crapshoot, a fucker, a worst nightmare. It can be less of those things now than it was ten or twenty years ago—though you still need some luck to survive, whether it’s in your type of cancer, when it’s caught, or whether you can afford the treatment and navigate the administrative thicket between you and the care you need. We have made enormous progress both in our ability to treat cancer, and our ability to face up to it. It is thanks to all this that, finally, we can look cancer patients in the eye and tell them, “You are not alone. We’re going to help you beat this. Your copay is $3,000.”
After the War on Cancer | Libby Watson
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