Which, really, is probably true. And for a long time we were sure we were doomed to this fate--so sure, in fact, that we religiously wore Lance Armstrong wristbands because we knew the money we donated now would probably help treat our ruined skin later.
But a few weeks ago during a conversation we were having as we baked in the sun, we decided that in twenty years, we're confident that there will be a cure for cancer. I mentioned it in passing to a friend later that day, and he scoffed at me. But I have faith in those researchers. And look, here is something to be excited about: a cervical cancer vaccine.
If you'll excuse me I need to go to work