[The following piece was written in observance of World Cancer Day 2020. –Ed.]
March 6 of this year marks the 14th year of my wife’s passing from cancer. I want to tell readers how I, at 82, want to die: I want to be sitting on my couch, having a glass of vodka, watching Fox News, then keel over dead. The following story shows why.
My wife Pamela got breast cancer in her early 50s and seemed to get through it fine. Some years later she got lung cancer—her oncologist believing that the radiation for breast cancer gave her lung cancer: cancer
