A Quote by Sheila Hancock

In 1971, my mother died of cancer and within a year my first husband Alec Ross died, also from cancer. — © Sheila Hancock
In 1971, my mother died of cancer and within a year my first husband Alec Ross died, also from cancer.
My - both my sisters died with pancreatic cancer. My brother died with pancreatic cancer. My daddy died of pancreatic cancer. My mother died with breast cancer.
My father passed from cancer in 2000; his brother died of cancer before that. My grandfather died of cancer.
My mother, father, stepmother and surrogate mother have all died of cancer; my best friend has got terminal cancer and at least five of my other friends have had cancer but survived it.
I always thought I would die of cancer because my mom and my dad both died of cancer. My dad died of osteocancer, and my mom died of colon cancer.
When my mother died of cancer in 2014, my father was quick to reinvent himself. Within a year, he moved to Thailand, became obsessed with scuba diving and consumer-grade underwater photography, and proposed to a Burmese woman in her mid-30s, an engagement he broke off within a year or two.
In December 1988, my mother died of lung cancer. I died too. I couldn't function.
More people have died in the name of religion than have ever died of cancer. And we try to cure cancer... What makes us take up arms against those who pray to the same God with different words?
My mother died of lung cancer last year. I felt helpless. As an economist, I thought, What can I do?
My mother died of lung cancer last year. I felt helpless. As an economist, I thought, 'What can I do?'
My son died from cancer. My granddaughter died from cancer. I have a lot of reasons to think that reality is not a friendly neighborhood. And the stories that I tell distract me, and if I do the job right, they distract people from things that are happening to them that they wish had never happened.
My husband, Clay Felker, died 17 years after his first cancer due to secondary conditions that developed from treatment.
A one year study by the Washington Post has documented 620 cases in which experimental drugs have been implicated in the deaths of cancer patients....And they amount to merely a fraction of the thousands of people who in recent years have died or suffered terribly from cancer experiments.
I have people that have died from cancer and friends that are dealing with cancer.
My grandfather and my uncle both died from colorectal cancer, my dad almost died from it and I have the gene for it.
My two grandmothers both died of cancer, so I understand how painful and difficult this disease is on the entire family. My first grandmother passed away from bone cancer when I was about 10. It was really horrible. I remember the whole process like it was yesterday.
My younger sister Debby had died of cancer, which started me writing - the sense of life being short. Cancer focuses your mind.
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