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“We are chemical apes: having discovered the capacity to extract, purify, and react molecules to produce new and wondrous molecules, we have begun to spin a new chemical universe around ourselves. Our bodies our cells, our genes are thus being immersed and reimmersed in a changing flux of molecules -pesticides, pharmaceutical drugs, plastics, cosmetics, estrogens, food products, hormones, even novel forms of physical impulses, such as radiation and magnetism. Some of these, inevitably, will be carcinogenic. We cannot wish this world away; our task, the, is to sift through it vigilantly to discriminate bona fide carcinogens from innocent and useful bystanders.”

Quote by Siddhartha Mukherjee

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The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer

This comprehensive biography delves into the origins, development, and treatment of cancer, offering a historical and scientific perspective on one of the most significant health challenges of our time. more

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Siddhartha Mukherjee
Siddhartha Mukherjee

Siddhartha Mukherjee is a distinguished physician and oncologist, born in 1970. He has made substantial contributions to cancer research and has been recognized with numerous awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for General Non-Fiction for his book 'The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer'. more

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