“It's like surgery, ” he says. “We don't call those deaths homicides because the doctors didn't intend to kill their patients, although they risked their death.
I stirred up the cinders, and fetched a scuttleful myself. The invalid complained of being covered with ashes; but he had a tiresome cough, and looked feverish and ill, so I did not rebuke his temper.
Nowadays, she says, she repeats her instructions, and even conducts a reality check with some patients: she asks them to tell her what they think they're supposed to do.
In the case of oestrogen-receptor-positive breast cancer, the genetic analysis has not yet gone so far as to be able to say with certainty which drug will produce the best result for a given individual...