the ubiquitous big C

I applied for this work as a medical writer last year. I had no specific idea on what the work would be. I only know that it will get me off my old job and will give me and my dependents paid health insurance.

Two weeks before starting in this new work, I learned that my mother has breast cancer. When I started, I learned that the work is all about experimental drugs for cancer patients. So cancer talk at home, cancer writing at work (oh yeah, just like air. It’s everywhere). What a coincidence, I think. Some subjects do not get well, some probably do. Sometimes, it stresses me out writing all the adverse events (especially the fatal ones) that happen in the course of chemotherapy, though most of the time they do not. I only hope they already develop that cure for cancer, just like a new diet pill is developed every week. I hope that this somehow super-little contribution of mine to the cure for cancer would have an effect, albeit super little.

Still, I am optimistic of our fight against cancer. I have Eric and kg’s mom to support that.