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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

July 4, 2006

Screw you, cancer.



My oldest friend in the world found out her mother has cancer today -- for the second time.

I fear for my family. I fear for her family. I fear for everyone I know.

And I am so fucking pissed off that with all the illnesses du jour, no one has found a cure for goddamn cancer.

Officially, that is. I'm of the firm belief that someone has found a cure, but the cancer biz is just so bloody lucrative that they fear making it known. Human life is far less precious than billions of dollars.

But we've perfected plastic surgery, so I guess it all evens out, huh?

Sometimes, I really think people are fucked.
I mean, really, really fucked.



1 Comments:

Blogger /hg said...

I think someone has found the cure and was possibly:

a) done in controlled government laboratories, and therefore carefully guarded

b) was told the result failed, while the true test results have been squirreled away somewhere (or destroyed)

c) The men in dark glasses did a little more than giving a "speaking to" to small pharmaceutical companies

d) The cure is something that requires an immoral sacrifice or some such... like killing a baby for its parts, or some such "atrocity"

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