The hardest part of my job is when I see people who are suffering with cancer or some other illness, and they are faithfully listening to the doctor, who has dragged them through the visits, forms, tests, drugs, radiation, surgery and the cancer is still there, because nobody asked them what they eat or how they take care of their body every day, like it does not matter. When I meet these people and give them my card, they thank me but both of us know they won’t call. Is it because they somehow feel they deserve to suffer? Or is it because eating meat and ice cream makes the pain go away, even temporarily, and they don’t want to give that up, even if it kills them. I wish I understood.