When I go to see him, he is scared, but he does not cry, although you can see that he is holding back, that it is what he will probably do as soon as I leave. Carcinoma, he tells me. Carcinoma, they call it.
A month goes by. The carcinoma gets worse, spreads slowly, a labourer toiling for daily wages.

- A Witness to Life, Terence M. Green