Cancer, Chemotherapy, and Cynicism: A Comprehensive Guide

Another hospital waiting room. My wife and I were sitting next to each other, making idle chit-chat, sipping black coffee. The room had all the hallmarks of your typical waiting room. On the walls were posters with promises about how much the hospital cared about its patients. On the table, there…

Looking back at it now, I think I always knew something was wrong. There was a voice I didn't want to listen to. It was soft and inconvenient. The dull pain in my stomach was unrelenting for the past six months. It was a reminder of a very grim possibility. I had also lost a lot of weight, which I…