Today I visit a youngish man at home who is slowly dying of an untreatable brain tumour. Not that they haven't tried, mark you; in fact the hospital have thrown everything at him: surgery, chemo and radiotherapy, but the pressure is gradually growing inside his skull and the drugs (steroids in this case)designed to reduce the pressure aren't working any more. His speech is slow and slurred, but he is still intellectually intact. His darkest moment, he tells me, was when Edward Kennedy died recently (also of a brain tumour)
"He got diagnosed just before me, and his tumour was exactly the same kind as mine. So you can see where I'm going with this?"
I spouted some bullshit about no 2 cases being alike, but he knew I was lying.
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