Of all the well-intended shit forwarded to me about cancer, one thing has suddenly made sense. It's conspiracy-theory by its very nature but when one truly thinks about it, it fucking makes sense. A cure for cancer is like an end to war. Oh, the noblest of us bleeding hearts wants this but do we see the problem here? A multi-billion dollar industry would crumble and die. If you are a cancer patient like me, think of ALL those people you meet on a weekly or daily basis that would be out of a job. I was talking to an oncology staff person the other day who was pleased to share the news that a new wing was going to be built on the hospital I attend. I was happy for her as I thought how all my insurance money would help pay for this. And how all us fucking cancer people would come here by the droves to get injected with large doses of poison in the name of cancer treatment. Cancer Treatment. It needs to stay that way, right? 'Cause CANCER CURE would be the end. The end of cancer treatment. The end of Oncology. The end of oncology staff. And new wings on hospitals. And the beginning of a whole lot of people out of work. Let alone all us cancer people who wouldn't eventually die off and make room for new cancer people. Fuck. If there's a cure. It's the end.