So an awkward thing about dealing with the 1970 tearjerker Love Story these days is that by now, for an otherwise healthy young Harvard graduate married to a WASP heir, adult-onset leukemia is not at all a certain death sentence

I have a sense the “terminal illness melodrama” used to be more of a thing, but I can’t remember one in the last two decades other than John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars

maybe cause medical technology has gotten to the point we no longer accept that there’s anything still-attractive people can catch that we can’t fix

there was a twitter thread going around a month ago like “what radicalized you on the issue of health care”, and it was just stories over and over like “someone I loved came down with something that as recently as 1995 you’d accept meant they were going to die, and then NO ONE stepped up to spend six to seven figures saving their life”