“You know when people say, ‘Cancer has been a gift in my life?’” my friend Ann said. We were sitting on her front steps, looking out at the Esopus River and Mount Tremper behind it, lush with summer green. The sun glinted off the surface of the water, setting it dancing. I nodded in response to Ann’s question, fully expecting she was going to echo the sentiment.
“That’s bull…!” she said, staring straight ahead. “I wouldn’t wish this on anyone, and I certainly don’t think it’s a gift. I would much rather be healthy.”
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