I couldn’t stop thinking about it. For years. I sell life insurance, Maggie. I spend all day looking at tables of numbers that tell you who is going to die and when. And the numbers for women like you, with a mother and a sister lost to ovarian cancer, scared me to death.Support Causes
So I did something about it. Without asking you.
There is a woman named Evelyn Carter. She’s a doctor. A research scientist. She runs a small lab in Cambridge that studies early detection of ovarian cancer, the kind that took Ruth. It’s called the silent killer because by the time women feel it, it’s usually too late. Evelyn is trying to change that.
I’ve been helping her. With money. For a long time.
I know what that money could have been. Ireland. A new kitchen. The cruise you wanted to take for our fortieth. I told you my commissions were smaller than they were. I kept my own account. I lied to you about the conferences in Boston. I went to Evelyn’s lab. I sat in on her meetings. I helped her with her grant applications, because it turns out a life insurance man is very good at explaining risk to people with money.
