A great deal happens when a friend tells you they have cancer. At first, the moment freezes, stops completely and a chill settles over the conversation. Cancer, after all, is the great insoluble conundrum. Everyone I ever knew who had cancer died of it. Lung. Liver. Brain. Colon. The people line up in memory as a phalanx of friendly, pained faces. They are smiling but their eyes reveal a resignation to the deadly forces of genes gone mad.
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