“Hope swears, “You’re different, you matter.” She whispers, “Miracles happen.” She says, often quite reasonably, “New treatments are being developed all the time.” She promises, “You’ll beat the odds.” A hundred to one? A thousand to one? A million to one? “Eight to five”, hope lies. Odds are when your time comes, you won’t even ask for or against. You’ll swing up on that horse and ride.”
