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Just OK. Not funny, just a book about her struggle with cancer. Kind of depressing, really.
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This is the book that got me into reading more than three decades ago. Her struggle with cancer was so raw and real. She left us much too soon.
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This was a very candid look at Gilda Radner’s fight against cancer. She went through so much physically and emotionally and sadly still ended up losing her fight against cancer. She did such a great job in her writing and expressing herself while she was going through so much. I would definitely recommend this book to a friend.
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Devastating.
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To delicious ambiguity!
If you or someone you love has cancer or has gone through this journey then you know what it’s like. This book is a raw unfiltered look at the fear, pain, struggle, and never ending hope that Gilda experienced.
It takes you up close to the emotions and the very human reactions to what this disease does to a person. If you are expecting a memoir or a fully detailed tell all, you’ll be disappointed, it isn’t meant to be that. It reads more like a personal journal with a few excursions to the past to give you context. For example, her family history as it relates to cancer.
After reading Gene Wilder’s autobiography, I, personally, was relieved to find that Gilda didn’t do what Gene did. He outlined his entire life using every woman he had been intimate with. Gilda, in juxtaposition, did the opposite, she focused on detailing the symptoms of ovarian cancer, and the actions of the medical community (hideous), and what her life became during this time.
It ends on a hopeful note because she really believed that she would get better. Obviously she couldn’t write after a certain point and it leaves the reader with a heavy heart. I wish medical advancements would have been more developed at that time. It is unquestionably frustrating reading about how she was treated. She was told it was stress, and that she should relax. She was told it was a virus with no treatment. It is infuriating.
One thing to also keep in mind is that there wasn’t any Zofran to help with nausea back then. My own mother had breast cancer in 1980, and the nausea and sickness that she endured was debilitating. Medicine has made many strides since then, and I am thankful for that.
As a reader, I am grateful to Gilda for sharing her experience and shining a light on the symptoms of ovarian cancer. It is a silent killer. The symptoms are easily mistaken for other ailments, masking what is actually occurring. I’m also thankful to her for Gilda’s Club and the support it provides for people going through their cancer journeys.
5 stars for her openness and willingness to put the good, bad, and the ugly that is cancer out into the open.
It takes you up close to the emotions and the very human reactions to what this disease does to a person. If you are expecting a memoir or a fully detailed tell all, you’ll be disappointed, it isn’t meant to be that. It reads more like a personal journal with a few excursions to the past to give you context. For example, her family history as it relates to cancer.
After reading Gene Wilder’s autobiography, I, personally, was relieved to find that Gilda didn’t do what Gene did. He outlined his entire life using every woman he had been intimate with. Gilda, in juxtaposition, did the opposite, she focused on detailing the symptoms of ovarian cancer, and the actions of the medical community (hideous), and what her life became during this time.
It ends on a hopeful note because she really believed that she would get better. Obviously she couldn’t write after a certain point and it leaves the reader with a heavy heart. I wish medical advancements would have been more developed at that time. It is unquestionably frustrating reading about how she was treated. She was told it was stress, and that she should relax. She was told it was a virus with no treatment. It is infuriating.
One thing to also keep in mind is that there wasn’t any Zofran to help with nausea back then. My own mother had breast cancer in 1980, and the nausea and sickness that she endured was debilitating. Medicine has made many strides since then, and I am thankful for that.
As a reader, I am grateful to Gilda for sharing her experience and shining a light on the symptoms of ovarian cancer. It is a silent killer. The symptoms are easily mistaken for other ailments, masking what is actually occurring. I’m also thankful to her for Gilda’s Club and the support it provides for people going through their cancer journeys.
5 stars for her openness and willingness to put the good, bad, and the ugly that is cancer out into the open.