“Adjusting to the disease was at first unbearable. Her world had capsized, the entire arrangement of her existence was disrupted. She was not yet dead, and yet she had to give up her husband, her son, her daughter, her grandson, and her medical work as well, even though it was her own work, medicine, that would now be rolling over her and through her like a noisy train. In a single day she had to give up everything and suffer, a pale green shadow, not knowing for a long time whether she was to die irrevocably or return to life.”
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, “Cancer Ward”, 1968.
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