The war on cancer: New treatments lock-out most of us

Death has many doorways, none of them particularly pleasant, but some downright gruesome, cancer for instance. My father died from lung cancer at age 79. That’s a generous portion of life, when you consider the mean is several years less. Nonetheless, I remember his final hours at the Veterans’ hospital in Chelsea, MA, strapped to his narrow bed, and the moaning that even massive morphine … Continue reading The war on cancer: New treatments lock-out most of us