Elizabeth and John Edwards have me thinking about “treatable, but not curable.” Not curable has a dissonant sound and it reminds me of our powerlessness. It reminds me of the day the neurosurgeon told me my twelve-year-old daughter had a brain tumor that was operable, but that ultimately it would take her life.

We want our loved ones cured. We want more than a band-aid called treatment. I’m thankful for treatments, but I’m not satisfied with options that are less than a cure.