The dehumanization of hell, Part 1

If anyone is in hell, I, too, am partly in hell.

“It’s been hell,” he told me. In his thirties, Amadou had been living with multiple, expanding masses in his neck for a decade. They were firm, rubbery, painful, large, and they’d scattered themselves across both sides of his neck.

This story doesn’t have a happy ending.

No surgeon’s knife could have saved him from the hell he was living in. He had a type of cancer that wasn’t amenable to surgical resection, and the chemo-plus-radiation…