Love Is The Strongest Medicine: Notes from a Cancer Doctor on Connection, Creativity, and Compassion

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I had an idea the other day.

It goes like this.

Another day is death.

You can't make this shit up.

Oh yeah...

Today is like no other day.

Oh no...

The enemy of living is "another day."

Another day, then and only then, I'll be okay.

Another day, then and only then, I'll be ready.

Another day, then and only then, I'll be able to do it.

Another day, I'll die.

Oy vey!

What brings us back to today?


I would like to propose a toast to today.

To whatever is happening right now.

Raise a glass!

To right now!

Right now is going how it's going.

Not counting yesterday or tomorrow, how's life?

How many tickets for tomorrow have you bought?

How many tickets for yesterday have you sold?

Don't miss the show.

It's happening.

One day there will be a death in the family.

Who died?


I'm surprised by how often I forget something so vital.

Another day is a misconception in your head.