Book review: All The Time We Thought We Had, by Gordon Darroch

There has been a great deal of writing about cancer, from those who perished from it, those who survived it, and those who have studied it. From John Diamond’s C: Because Cowards Get Cancer Too, to Ruth Picardie’s Before I Say Goodbye, to Jenny Diski’s In Gratitude – or even the remarkable The Immortal Life Of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot and Siddhartha Mukherjee’s The Emperor Of All Maladies – cancer, that horrible Hyde to life’s Jekyll, growing and subverting and terrifyingly prevalent, seems to fascinate us.