article_snippet: I was a child, a pale specter used to call our house most evenings, eager to chat with my doctor father about her myriad medical concerns.
article_snippet: Although we all laughed at the time, it was with a bit of shifty-eyed shame.
article_snippet: Yup, so quoth Google, we all have cancer.
article_snippet: You are the chosen one.
article_snippet: You know that game "6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon"?
article_snippet: Voila, you just increased your separation from cancer by at least a couple of degrees.
article_snippet: In that case, please stop calling my dad.