I Am By Temperament An Optimist, And

I Remember Sitting In His Office A Hundred Times During Those Grim Months And Each Time Thinking, What On Earth Can He Say That Will Make Me Feel Better Or Keep Me Alive? Well, There Never Was Anything He Could Say, That's The Funny Thing. It Was All The Stupid, Desperately Optimistic, Condescending Things He Didn't Say That Kept Me Alive; All The Compassion And Wamrth I Felt From Him That Could Not Have Been Said; All The Intelligence, Competence, And Time He Put Into It; And His Granite Belief That Mine Was A Life Worth Living.

One Of The Advantages Of Science Is That One's Work, Ultimately, Is Either Replicated Or It Is Not.

Mood Disorders Are Terribly Painful Illnesses, And They Are Isolating Illnesses. And They Make People Feel Terrible About Themselves When, In Fact, They Can Be Treated.

I Am Tired Of Hiding, Tired Of Misspent And Knotted Energies, Tired Of The Hypocrisy, And Tired Of Acting As Though I Have Something To Hide.

I Think That One Of The Many Advantages Of Death Accruing Over A Long Period Of Time Is That You Do Have Time To Meet A Lot Of Other People Who Are Going Through Similar Situations And One Of The Great Delights Of Our Life Actually Was Sitting Around In Labs Waiting For The Results Of Tests And Talking To Other People Who Were Waiting To Find Out Whether Their Cancer Numbers Were Going In The Right Direction Or Not.