A beloved friend is given a chance to hold her grandchild while cancer whittles and distorts her bone marrow. Her prognosis was death at 45 years of age but she is now 48 and cherishing her first grandchild. Do we cry out and worship the science and doctors?
Tag: cancer
Little-known laser company beats engineering giant Rolls Royce to coveted Royal Academy of Engineering award after cracking new painless way to detect breast cancer