Insensitivity plagues dental school

My father passed away on July 1, 1999. A year before, he had been diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma of the mouth and throat. For the months in between, there were countless tests, treatments and drugs. Each one, however, seemed to take more life out of him than it restored. In fact, his last few months might have been more comfortable without those grueling, so-called therapies. The only real results modern medicine seemed to have produced was an unpleasant end and a medical bill in the neighborhood of $200,000.