A blinking answering machine. That's how I found out I had brain cancer. I was 21. Thirty years later, I wrote a book about it. "We the Patients" isn't a memoir—it's a manual. The system isn't broken. It was built this way. Don't try to fix it. Rig it in your favor. This book shows you how.

I was 21. Brain cancer came via a blinking answering machine. There was barely an internet. No young adult programs. We kind of all just died back then. But I didn't. I've watched three decades of impossible become ordinary—and it's been the greatest terrible privilege. 2026 is the Year of the Patient.