![]() ![]() “That explains the aura of sophistication.” He smirked at me. So I’m taking classes at MCC,” which was our community college. “I actually can’t,” I explained, “because I already got my GED. ![]() “So now you gotta go back to school,” he said. (I did not yet know the size of the bit.) But when telling Augustus Waters, I painted the rosiest possible picture, embellishing the miraculousness of the miracle. Huzzah, Phalanxifor! In the past eighteen months, my mets have hardly grown, leaving me with lungs that suck at being lungs but could, conceivably, struggle along indefinitely with the assistance of drizzled oxygen and daily Phalanxifor.Īdmittedly, my Cancer Miracle had only resulted in a bit of purchased time. The tumors shrank.Īnd they stayed shrunk. It didn’t work in about 70 percent of people. The drug was Phalanxifor, this molecule designed to attach itself to cancer cells and slow their growth. I woke up and soon got into one of those experimental trials that are famous in the Republic of Cancervania for Not Working. Everyone figured I was finished, but my Cancer Doctor Maria managed to get some of the fluid out of my lungs, and shortly thereafter the antibiotics they’d given me for the pneumonia kicked in.
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