There has been a great deal of writing about cancer, from those who perished from it, those who survived it, and those who have studied it. From John Diamondâs C: Because Cowards Get Cancer Too, to Ruth Picardieâs Before I Say Goodbye, to Jenny Diskiâs In Gratitude â or even the remarkable The Immortal Life Of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot and Siddhartha Mukherjeeâs The Emperor Of All Maladies â cancer, that horrible Hyde to lifeâs Jekyll, growing and subverting and terrifyingly prevalent, seems to fascinate us. |