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First published March 18, 2025
‘Framing illness as even involving morality seems to me a mistake, because of course cancer does not give a shit whether you are a good person. Biology has no moral compass. It does not punish the evil and reward the good. It doesn’t even know about evil and good. Stigma is a way of saying, “You deserved to have this happen,” but implied within the stigma is also, “And I don’t deserve it, so I don’t need to worry about it happening to me.’
“[…] The cure is where the disease is not, and the disease is where the cure is not.”
❝𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓—𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.❞
❝𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉’𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕—𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔.❞
❝𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕? 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑨 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚?❞
𝘛𝘉 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯-𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮, 𝙪𝙨.
❝𝑾𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.❞
𝘛𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵.
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 1966 𝘢𝘯𝘥 2012, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪-𝘛𝘉 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺.
𝘛𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.
❝𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒕-𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚.❞
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 1985 𝘢𝘯𝘥 2005, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥.
❝𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒚?❞