By Azra Raza
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I COULD NOT HAVE WRITTEN THIS BOOK WHEN I WAS THIRTY YEARS old. It is not because of any great discoveries I have made or research papers I have published since. It is because of the experience the intervening decades have given me as I cared for thousands of cancer patients and accompanied many to their deaths. Because the disease I treat is generally fatal, solace seems contrived, personal academic success egregious. My surroundings may not have changed much, but my perceptions have. I have learned to reexamine things I took for granted, to seek comfort in odd places. I have learned new things about what I thought I already knew: like the difference between illness and disease; between what it means to cure and to heal; between what it means to feel no pain and to feel well; about the harrowing nature of keeping appointments one never made. In clinic, in scientific meetings, I have felt like a fraud, a posturing intellectual phony. The complexity of another’s illness has made my own life appear simpler; in the march to death, I have begun to catalog the tragedies of survival. From time to time, I even feel buoyed without reprieve.
I treat and study a bone marrow preleukemic condition known as myelodysplastic syndromes (MDS) as well as acute myeloid leukemia (AML), which develops in a third of MDS patients. The treatment landscape for AML has not evolved much in fifty years, nor has it for most of the common types of cancers. With minor variations, a protocol of surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation—the slash-poison-burn approach to treating cancer—remains unchanged. It is an embarrassment. Equally embarrassing is the arrogant denial of that embarrassment. Technologic advances and the cure of cancer in animal models are loudly proclaimed as if those successes have had anything to do with treating the disease in humans. Improvement in survival of cancer patients measured in weeks is regularly referred to as a “game changer.” To make rosy pronouncements is profoundly unfair to patients. No one is winning the war on cancer. It is mostly hype, the same rhetoric from the same self-important voices for the past half a century.
Cancer treatment was primitive just a century ago. Historians will say the same about our practices fifty years from now. We boast of magnificent godlike technologic advances, editing the genome efficiently, turning genes on and off at will—yet cancer treatment, for the most part, remains Paleolithic in comparison. The issue is not so much that there has been little progress in cancer research. The question is why there is so little improvement in treatment. Why can’t we make use of the millions of research papers published in the past fifty years claiming huge successes in understanding the biology of cancer? For four decades, I have been hearing the same glowing predictions about the magic treatment just around the corner, resulting from a better understanding of oncogenes, tumor suppressor genes, the human genome and transcriptome, the immune system, or choking off blood supply to tumors. Most have fallen flat when brought to the bedside. The gaping disconnect between knowledge about cancer biology and the capacity to use this knowledge to benefit patients is staggering.
How we speak of cancer is primitive, too. In these past decades, I have attended thousands of academic lectures and listened to countless public talks on YouTube by cancer researchers. The latter almost all begin with descriptions of how the speaker’s passion for research started in youth, recount the history of their subsequent hard work and occasional setbacks, followed by their eventual personal success, the reason they own the podium. By the end of the talk, every oncologist relates at least one patient success story, providing an optimistic, bright summary of definite progress, small and incremental but progress nonetheless, and ends with the promise of even greater imminent success. Stay positive is the refrain, as if it were a sin to voice the intense pain and suffering of cancer patients. Why are we so afraid to tell the stories of the majority who die? Why keep promoting the positive anecdote? Why all this mollycoddling? Treating the public like fragile, vulnerable, oversensitive, easily hurt, anxious adolescents needing protection from stressful details is unfair, shortsighted, and in the long run, counterproductive for everyone involved.
A society and culture obsessed with winning views the death of cancer patients as a failure and therefore a subject best avoided. Dying is not a failure. Denying death is. The Western mind—portrayed, at least, by the classical literary canon—has not always been in denial. The depiction of suffering in Greek tragedy was meant to produce a paradoxical catharsis in its audience. Seeing their worst nightmares enacted openly onstage, debating the consequence of actions, and identifying with the characters in the play could dispel the fear of pain and death. Real-life situations presented in highly exaggerated forms underscore the deep-seated sources for inner anxieties and insecurities. Cancer stories, unlike Greek tragedies, need no exaggeration to depict the drama of pain and grueling decisions. Insights come from reading both types of stories for those who imagine changing places with others, empathizing with their deadly challenges.
The stories invoke in us a profound sense of wonder, a cleansing of the cobwebs obscuring the complexity of life, unraveling unexpected interludes of beauty, witnessing small acts of heroism in seemingly impossible situations, inspiring a deeper appreciation of all things good: There is no love of life without despair of life, Albert Camus once wrote. Clarity comes from role-playing. By learning from the experience of others, we can interpret our own lives better, choose a different death, record our wishes in advance. In his essay “Letter from a Region in My Mind,” James Baldwin clarifies our shared destiny with startling eloquence:
Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death—ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this passage as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us.
As it is, too few of us have any idea of how to prepare for it or what to do when it strikes.
I see thirty to forty patients every week, yet it felt surreal telling the handsome, tanned, forty-three-year-old Henry W., father of three young children, who was used to playing tennis regularly, whose wife, Rose, was an artist, that the reason he developed spontaneous bruising while on vacation in Bermuda is because he has AML. A bone marrow test showed that the leukemia had arisen in the background of profound dysplasia. The presence of multiply damaged chromosomes and a mutation in the p53 gene, also known as TP53, marked his case as a particularly virulent one, impossible to control. His only chance of survival was to attempt remission of the leukemia with intensive rounds of chemotherapy first, and if successful, followed immediately by a bone marrow transplant. The couple’s innocent, beguiling reactions followed the expected cycles: swinging between disbelief and horror to finding strength in distractions like researching the disease, looking for second opinions, exploring the latest medical options available, checking his siblings’ blood types in anticipation of the transplant.
Sitting across from me in the exam room, after a particularly gruesome conversation about the gravity of Henry’s condition on their second visit, Rose said before leaving that she and her husband could not decide how or what to tell their three children, ranging from ages five to ten, who had sensed something was wrong and dreaded the worst. Children instinctively register parental anxiety, and they grade tension; like birds, they hear the infrasounds of approaching disaster. Following dinner the night before, when the children had settled in the family room with ice cream, Rose found an opportunity to start a conversation. She began by saying that because Dad had to receive frequent treatments for a blood disease, they would be spending a lot of time in the hospital. Grandma W. would be with them most evenings. She said it would also be a good idea for Dad to avoid infection and eat healthy things. The two boys sat staring, frozen with fear, the elder one looking like he was about to pass out. They did not want to hear any details. Rose could not continue. Henry choked up. Their five-year-old daughter broke the awkward silence. She walked to the trash can and dropped her ice cream cone, calmly saying, “I will not eat dessert until Dad can.”
Before Henry could start the intensive chemotherapy requiring four to six weeks of hospitalization, he was admitted to the hospital with a high temperature, resulting in violent, shaking chills and intense sweating. A million-dollar workup failed to reveal any specific cause. He started three antibiotics intravenously, along with antifungals and antiviral therapies. The fever of unknown origin raged on, unabated. He was seen by the transplant team, and several potential matches were identified. First, we had to reduce the number of leukemia cells in Henry’s bone marrow from 80 percent to less than 5 percent or the transplant would not be of any benefit. As the leukemia surged, chemotherapy was reluctantly initiated despite the spiking temperatures. His marrow emptied out of all blood-forming cells, resulting in dangerously low blood counts. He spent the next three weeks in a virtual fog, weakened by the double whammy of high-dose chemotherapy and potentially lethal sepsis. Then, things slowly improved. After six interminable weeks of hospitalization, he went home, only to return three weeks later with shaking chills and fever. The leukemia had come roaring back. From diagnosis to death, it took less than six months. Henry had received the same combination of two chemotherapy drugs I have been using since 1977.
The cancer winter continues.
TREATING CANCER AS one disease is like treating Africa as one country. Even in the same patient, it is not the same disease at two sites or at two different points in time. Vicious and self-obsessed, it learns to grow faster and become stronger, smarter, and more dangerous with each successive division. It is a perfect example of intelligence at a molecular level, able to perceive its environment and take actions that maximize its chances of survival. A feedback loop, using past performance to improve its efficiency, forms the basis of its seemingly purposeful behavior. It learns to divide more vigorously with time, invading new spaces, mutating to turn the expression of pertinent genes off and on, enhancing its fitness to the landscape, optimizing seed-soil cooperation. We see this metamorphosis in front of our eyes when treatment causes regression of the tumor in one area just as fresh lesions crop up in another, bearing a novel genotype, selected precisely because of their refractoriness to the administered therapy; as mini-Frankensteins, they emerge like ghosts from the machine, bent upon destroying their maker.
The disease is fantastically complex. More fantastic is the reductionist conceit that targeting a single genetic abnormality with a single drug will be curative. This “magic bullet” concept became especially entrenched because of a couple of early successes—in the case of chronic myeloid leukemia, a chromosomal translocation in the malignant cell codes for an abnormal hybrid protein targetable with a drug, imatinib mesylate, with dramatic results. Acute promyelocytic leukemia, a particularly deadly disease, is also driven by a single abnormality. It is now curable with vitamin A. These two success stories seemed to confirm a paradigm: cancer results from a genetic mutation that can be cured with a drug.
Unfortunately, most common cancers have proved to be more complex, with many more biologic aberrations driving the malignant phenotype. The trafficking of cancer cells is more labyrinthine, tangled, knotty, and impenetrably convoluted than the London Underground. The cell continually transforms itself, covering generations of its natural life span in mere hours, ditching genes and entire chromosomes, acquiring new mutations, revving organelles, deforming proteins, neutralizing death signals, forging ahead deliriously, driven by the unrelenting engine of malice, bursting its hot contents on unsuspecting organs, impregnating them with its potent malignant seed, callously moving on. Cancer rules over the host with despotic autocracy.
To develop treatment strategies for so dense a disease by attempting to duplicate its complexity in tissue culture cell lines or animal models has been an unmitigated disaster. The failure rate for drugs brought into clinical trials using such preclinical drug-testing platforms is 95 percent. The 5 percent of drugs that reach approval might as well have failed, since they prolong survival of patients by no more than a few months at best. Since 2005, 70 percent of approved drugs have shown zero improvement in survival rates while up to 70 percent have been actually harmful to patients.
These conceptual errors are due to cause more harm tomorrow than they do today. Based on available data, some 18 million new cancer cases were diagnosed worldwide in 2018, with about half as many dying of their cancers. The American Cancer Society reports that the global burden will grow to 21.7 million new cancer cases and 13 million cancer deaths by 2030 as the worldwide population grows and ages. A frequently cited statistic shows that the death rate from cancer declined in the United States by 20 percent between 1980 and 2014. There were 240 deaths per 100,000 in 1980 while only 192 deaths per 100,000 in 2014. However, this decrease is not due to improved treatments but mostly to early diagnosis and a decline in smoking. There has been a disturbing increase in cancer deaths from specific malignancies, both across the United States and in delineated pockets. Liver cancer deaths have increased by 88 percent nationwide from 1980 to 2014. Deadly breast cancers in women, prostate cancers in men, as well as mortality from cancers of the pancreas, colon, and rectum escalated among low socioeconomic groups and in impoverished regions with a high incidence of obesity. And even as lymphomas have steadily claimed a death rate of 8 per 100,000 across the United States, small pockets in Ohio, West Virginia, and Kentucky experienced an increase in deaths by up to 74 percent.
And then there is the financial issue. Tarceva, a drug that extends the survival of pancreatic cancer patients by twelve days, costs $26,000. An eighteen-week course of cetuximab for lung cancer costs $80,000. Among the 9.5 million new cancer cases diagnosed during a fourteen-year period in America, almost half (42.4 percent) had lost all their life savings within two-plus years. Overall, cancer care cost $125 billion in 2010 and is likely to be $156 billion by 2020. And these are just billings to patients and insurers and does not include the infusion of money from other sources like philanthropies, private organizations, nonprofit funding institutions, universities, industry, and the FDA. A literature search reveals that more than 3 million papers have been published to date on cancer, the PubMed database showing 3,843,208 publications with 165,567 in 2018 alone. A good 70 percent of what is reported is not reproducible.
The consensus today is that prevention is preferable to treatment. Yet actions to make this happen are obscenely lagging behind. In the meantime, precious lives are lost, resources wasted. As oncologists, we are charged with providing, from diagnosis to death, care to our cancer patients that enhances their quality of life, reduces pain and suffering. Are we accomplishing that, and if not, then why not, and what can be done to improve the outlook for future patients? Are we truly appreciating the deep tragedy of cancer at an intimate, individual level, the profound devastation of families, cancer’s social and financial impact, its searing psychologic traumas? Above all, are we doing the best we can with available options, or should we be questioning some of the draconian measures we are practicing? How good are the solutions we offer if we constantly have to ask ourselves whether the cancer or the treatment we prescribe will kill the patient? Which of the two is worse? Using chemotherapy, immune therapy, and stem cell transplant to cure cancer, as someone has aptly observed, is like beating the dog with a baseball bat to get rid of its fleas. Why is this the best we can offer?
HOPES OF FINDING better drugs using the existing discovery platforms or using even more artificial systems of genetically engineered animals are as realistic as dissecting the brain and expecting to discover consciousness. After fifty years of developing cancer drugs this way, is it time to reassess the preclinical model?
It is time to abandon the strategy altogether. Jeremiads alone are pointless unless a new strategy accompanies the lamentation.
The new strategy is to stop chasing after the last cancer cell and focus on eliminating the first. Better still, prevent the appearance of the first cancer cell by finding its earliest footprints.
To begin the ending, we must end the beginning. Prevention will be the only compassionate, universally applicable cure.
It is not prevention through lifestyle changes. Individuals with pristine eating and exercising habits get cancer because cancer-causing mutations accumulate as natural consequences of reproduction and aging of cells. The new strategy must go beyond early detection as practiced currently through mammograms and other routine screening tests. The prevention I am talking about is through identification and eradication of transformed cancerous cells at their inception, before they have had a chance to organize into a bona fide malignant, incurable disease. This may seem an unattainable, utopian dream, but it is achievable in a reasonable time. We are already using sophisticated technology to detect the residues of disease that linger after treatment, the last cancer cell. Can we not reverse the order of things and use the tests to detect the first?
I started focusing on a study of preleukemia, MDS, thirty-five years ago for this reason. It was clear to me even back in 1984 that AML is too complicated and difficult a disease to cure in my lifetime. I pinned my hopes on studying the preleukemic stage, findings ways to prevent it from evolving to AML. I have stuck to this strategy for all these years. Among a handful of researchers with the same mind-set is Bert Vogelstein at Johns Hopkins University, who studied the transition of benign adenomas into malignant colon cancers and eventually came to the same conclusion—the best strategy is prevention and early detection. His team is leading the charge in breast, colon, pancreas, and lung cancers; they are using “liquid biopsies” to look for very early biomarkers of malignancy in bodily fluids. Vogelstein has repeatedly pointed out that 30–40 percent of all cancers can be cured today by implementing techniques to detect early markers of cancer, such as somatic DNA driver mutations; epigenetic changes; cancer-specific RNA and proteins; cancer-specific metabolites in the plasma, sputum, urine, and stools of these individuals; and by employing molecular imaging techniques. The sensitivity can be increased from roughly 40 percent to 80 percent for gynecologic cancers simply by looking for cancer-derived DNA markers in Pap smears. Fifty years from now, Vogelstein says, cancer deaths could be down by 75 percent just through prevention, early detection, and development of newer strategies to deal with early-rather than late-stage disease.
Once my mind was made up to try to detect the first leukemia cells in an MDS patient and target their destruction at the very inception, the next challenge was a practical one. I needed leukemia cells to study. This provided the impetus for banking samples any time I performed a bone marrow biopsy on my patients. Thus began the MDS-AML Tissue Repository. This repository is the most concrete, tangible proof of my lifelong commitment to study cancer at its earliest stage, to find the first cell and to eliminate the scourge at initiation. Dating back to 1984, it is now the oldest MDS and AML repository in the world collected by a single physician. Not a single cell has been contributed by another oncologist. Today, the repository contains some sixty thousand samples from thousands of patients.
Every vial in those freezers invokes a poignant memory; every test tube tells a story. Only I am a witness to the pain each patient—some of them more than a dozen times over the course of their illness—endured to undergo this procedure. That makes everything deeply personal for me, sacred. Some of those vials in the freezers contain parts of patients that can be thawed back to life in lab dishes decades after the patients are no more. Including Harvey. How can I afford to let any of those patients down?
I CAN ALMOST hear some objections surfacing in the minds of my oncology and scientific colleagues.
The first objection will likely be that I am ignoring the 68 percent of all cancers we are managing to cure today. My answer is that most of it was achieved several decades ago with the surgery-chemoradiation therapies. Recent advances relate primarily to improvement in cancer mortality due to early detection, not meaningful advances in the treatment of metastatic cancers. An exciting exception, and one worth applauding wholeheartedly, is the introduction of novel immune therapies. Two fine scientists, James P. Allison and Tasuku Honjo, won the Nobel Prize in 2018 for their pioneering work in this field. As a result of their groundbreaking work, many hopeless lung cancer, melanoma, lymphoma, and acute lymphoblastic leukemia patients are living years beyond their predicted survival, and a few are even cured. It is great, but the immune approaches are not universally curative and, at present, help very few patients. At a minimum, the cellular therapies are financially draining; at worst, they may cause very severe side effects because of their superefficient killing. The sudden simultaneous deaths of billions of cancer cells in a person with a very high tumor burden cause life-threatening toxicities, as cytokine storms damage the liver and lungs while the kidneys choke on cellular debris. Finally, a small but definite fraction of treated patients, ranging between 7 and 30 percent, experience inexplicable resurgence and paradoxical hyperprogression of their tumors. All these side effects could possibly be avoided if the same therapy is instituted when the tumor burden is low. Indeed, harnessing the body’s own natural killers to eliminate the first cancer cells will be the ideal treatment in the future.
Another constant refrain I hear from practicing oncologists goes something like this: “In the last twenty-five years, a shift toward better survival is seen in many cancers. Breast and prostate cancer and chronic myeloid and chronic lymphocytic leukemia have truly become diseases that patients live with and not die from. Even in lung cancer, which was the most depressing malignancy for decades, there is a trend toward survival improvement, albeit at great expense. There are at least ten to twelve targetable mutations. An additional 20–25 percent of patients respond to immunotherapy.” I have no disagreement with this assessment. Of course there has been progress in many areas. It reminds me of something that a beloved Raza family friend, the late Syed V. S. Kashmiri, a fantastic immunologist and scientist in his own right, once said to my youngest brother: “Abbas, if one day, the sun rose in the west, practically the whole world would stop and stare. But there is a handful of people who watched it rise in the east every day and wondered why. These are the people who change the world.” I quote Kashmiri Sahib because we, too, have been taking much for granted. We often talk about our patients only registering the positive parts of conversations. As oncologists, we are doing the same by focusing on the minority of our patients who benefit for limited durations. The time has come for us to think about the majority who don’t, but who suffer the ghastly toxicities of therapies and end up losing their life savings in the process.
I can likewise anticipate criticism from the scientists cataloging paradigm-shifting progress in the molecular and genetic understanding of cancer pathology resulting from animal studies or in vitro tissue cultures. I agree that these modalities are the basis for deep insights into the biology of cancer and must continue. Nevertheless, as you will soon discover, these tools come in for ringing condemnation in this book. In no way am I advocating that we abandon such invaluable research tools. My problem is using these systems for oncologic drug development where they have proved of little benefit to the patients. Of course, individual researchers and oncologists who are trapped in a system cannot be held responsible because they would lose research grants or be sued for malpractice and negligence if they don’t follow the prescribed guidelines. I know because I am one of them. Every bit of criticism applies as much to me as to any researcher or oncologist reading the book. My criticism is directed not at us but at the system we have unwittingly evolved and the culture we have unintentionally created collectively both in clinical practice and basic cancer research.
Finally, and most importantly, both oncologists and basic scientists might feel that I am too pessimistic, not just in my view of the past but also of the future. This, too, is a patently false conclusion. In fact, while being realistic about the past and present, I am exceedingly optimistic about the future of cancer treatment. The pessimism you might sense in the coming pages is not because I have a fatalistic or nihilistic attitude. Rather, it is an expression of deep frustration at the status quo. Too many lives are being lost because of our own unshakable hubris, convinced as we are that we possess the power to untangle the intricacies of as complex a disease as cancer. It is like saying we will cure aging. It may happen, but not any time soon. As you reach the end of this book, you will be sharing my hope for a much brighter outcome for future cancer patients. It will happen because we will have learned to avoid cancer’s tragic, end-stage pain and suffering altogether by nipping it in the bud. I predict a radical shift in all of health care in the coming decades. Early detection of neurologic, metabolic, cardiac, and oncologic diseases will naturally follow once we implement sensors designed to gauge disease-caused perturbations years ahead of their actual clinical appearances. This is how over the next few years, effective, evidence-based preventive modalities will be developed, refined, and perfected.
"An elegantly conceived, powerfully written, and far-reaching book that will change the conversation around cancer for decades to come."--Siddhartha Mukherjee, author of The Emperor of All MaladiesAmazon's Best Science Book of 2019One of Smithsonian's Top 10 Books of 2019The New York Times, Books to Watch For in October 2019Amazon, Top 100 Books of 2019LitHub, Most Anticipated Books of 2019BookRiot, Must-Read Books on CancerStarred Review from Publishers' WeeklyStarred Review from Kirkus
- One of the New York Times' Eighteen New Books to Watch For in October—Joumana Khatib
- "Raza asks hard questions ... and she hopes to jolt people into looking for a new paradigm in the so-called war on cancer."—Henry Marsh, The New York Times Book Review
- "An incisive critique-cum-memoir"—Nature
- "Raza, a Columbia University professor of medicine and practicing oncologist, offers a passionate account of how humans grapple with the scourge of cancer.... Showing that compassion is just as important for cancer patients as the drugs administered to them, Raza's deeply personal work brings understanding and empathy to the fore in a way that a purely scientific explication never could."—Publishers Weekly
- "With elegant literary references and a compassion that deeply personalizes her interactions with patients and families, [Raza] engages readers in a commitment to finding a better way. Intelligence, empathy, and optimism inform the argument for new research on cancer that could obviate the suffering prevalent today."—Kirkus
- One of the best things about this book is that it advocates that we see efforts to cope with the disease not in the context of war or battle, but from a more compassionate, scientific, and realistic point of view. The book is considered controversial by the traditional cancer-fighting establishment, but as a current cancer patient who has often felt worn out by that establishment’s well-meaning cheerleading and metaphors of hope, Raza’s genuine approach offered me authentic uplift.—Robert Meyer, MD, and Dan Koeppel, LitHub
- "We are accustomed to a narrative of war in books by cancer researchers. The doctors are generals on the barricades alongside their soldier patients. Progress is slow, but the battle is gradually being won. This book tells another story. The drugs that are declared successes offer only a few weeks of painful extension of life. The best clinicians are usually thrown back on the primitive combination of cut, poison, and burn that as students, they thought they would look back on as an embarrassment. Bespoke genetic treatments have significant limitations. Azra Raza breaks out of the official story to tell a new one. She's not fighting a war. She's negotiating with a resilient and dynamic enemy. She wants to change the terms of engagement. No more fighting at the endgame, but hunting down the first deviant cells. This book is a passion project, a personal story, a scientific proposal, and quite simply one of the most compelling books you'll read. It breaks out of the standard narrative. It invents a whole new one. It works. By the end you'll want to sign on to her revolution."—Sherry Turkle, author of Alone Together and Reclaiming Conversation
- "When the history of cancer is eventually written, Azra Raza's book will be one of the touchstones that illuminated the path to victory."
—Amanda Foreman, author of The Duchess
- "An elegantly conceived, powerfully written, and far-reaching book that will change the conversation around cancer for decades to come."—Siddhartha Mukherjee,author of The Emperor of All Maladies
- "With command and clarity, Azra Raza indicts the cancer industry with such force that it begs the question: Are we really winning the cancer war? The First Cell is an intricately woven, often lyrical, tapestry of anecdote and authority that returns the suffering patient to the foreground of medical innovation. Raza expertly illustrates the complex choreography of cancer's nefarious dance, and her fascinating proposal will surely thrust cancer therapy from the 20th to the 21st century."—Tina Brown, journalist andauthor of The Diana Chronicles
- "A beautifully written book from a leading cancer expert who is also a caring, committed clinician."—Peter D. Kramer, author of Listening to Prozac and Ordinarily Well
- "As a cancer survivor, I can testify that Azra Raza's call to action for more research on early detection is vitally important. In a world driven by profit, this book is by a doctor who thinks about the patient first."—Ruchira Gupta, journalist and activist
- "Azra Raza is famed as a titan in the field of oncology. Perhaps less well-known is that she is a sensitive and passionate writer as well. In The First Cell she combines the scientific and the human, medicine and the arts, to give us a unique view into something that touches all of our lives -- offering us reasons for hope, and reasons also for sorrow."—Mohsin Hamid, authorof The Reluctant Fundamentalist and Exit West
- "Unraveling myth and metaphor surrounding the disease with unrelenting acuity and sharing the pathos of lives have been slashed of years and months and shorn of hope and promise by cancer, Dr. Raza reveals a world that has of yet been inaccessible to those who mourn humanity's lack of progress against the disease while being simultaneously baffled by it. Here is a masterful rendition of how an emphasis on curing cancer, instead of working to detect its first venomous breath, has exacted a terrible price in human lives, including that of her very own husband, Harvey. The First Cell is an intertwining of literature and life, science and cutting edge cancer research, that demands a radical transformation in the way we humans understand the most tragic killer of our time. Through her poignant story-telling and the strength of a scientific vision built on decades of hard-wrought lessons gleaned from her work as a clinician and research scholar, Dr. Raza presents an arresting account that challenges our core understanding of cancer and cure."
—Rafia Zakaria, journalist and author of The Upstairs Wife and Veil
- "With wisdom distilled from more than three decades of clinical practice, the sensibilities of a poet, and a deep compassion for her fellow humans, Dr. Azra Raza provides a compelling argument that a key way forward in improving patient outcomes is early diagnosis and treatment, before cancer has become much too complex for any therapy to overcome."—David Steensma,Attending Physician at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute and Associate Professorat Harvard Medical School
- "The First Cell is the rare book that brings both a personal and scientific experience of cancer together. It questions the profiteering that floods our environment with carcinogens in the first place, and also those that profit from treating it. Azra Raza puts our focus where it should be: on prevention and early detection."
- "An affecting, fascinating, timely, and uncompromisingly honest look at where we stand in treating the most fearsome disease in most people's worry list."—Steven Pinker,Johnstone Professor of Psychology at Harvard University and author of EnlightenmentNow: The Case for Reason, Science, Humanism, and Progress
- On Sale
- Oct 15, 2019
- Page Count
- 368 pages
- Basic Books