
Not the Last Goodbye
I knew the prognosis. Sooner or later, it would come back. I could slow down the inevitable; I could gain a few years. But there was nothing I could do to make this cancer disappear forever. So this was it. This was the relapse. The Big One.
Nineteen years after his original diagnosis, having taken up a worldwide mission toward hope and alternatives for those with cancer, David Servan-Schreiber sub...
I knew the prognosis. Sooner or later, it would come back. I could slow down the inevitable; I could gain a few years. But there was nothing I could do to make this cancer disappear forever. So this was it. This was the relapse. The Big One.
Nineteen years after his original diagnosis, having taken up a worldwide mission toward hope and alternatives for those with cancer, David Servan-Schreiber sub...