Dr. No. 1: Way, hey, looks like the cancer’s comin’ back already! There’s all sorts of treatments we can try, though. Saddle up the ambulance!
Dr. No. 2: We’ll be seeing him this afternoon. I have no idea what he’s going to say.
Somewhere off in the distance, but looming ever closer: unorthodox medical procedures, the kind regular doctors don’t approve of.
I do not want to outlive my wife. I don’t want to outlive my country. But it seems to me that my wants are irrelevant.
I would like to finish my books… but it looks like even money that I won’t.
