The doctors recommended I enroll in a phase II experimental clinical trial, meaning it was not yet known whether the new chemo drug combination was safe and effective, let alone better than the standard of care. At a time when everything already seemed so uncertain, I didn’t want an experimental trial. I craved hard facts, statistics, and proof that my treatments were worth the havoc they had wreaked on my mental and physical health, and on the lives of my loved ones. As much as I was for scientific research, I had no desire to be a guinea pig. I wanted a cure.
