I hate that where once I would read an article about cancer and not know what it meant, I now know what a lot of the terminology means.
I hate that my mom and sister now know what some of those terms feel like.
I hate that in this day and age of modern medicine and miracle cures we must still revert to the almost barbaric practice of cutting out the afflicted area in order to save cancer patients.
Ya know what I hate? I hate cancer. Period.
I'll bet if Dr. McCoy were real and alive he could find a cure for cancer, aided by Dr. Crusher. Between them and their handy little Tricorders they could cure anything.
Seriously though... if the writers of Star Trek had included an episode where a cure for cancer had been found, I'll bet some Trekky scientist/doctor would make it so. You saw what they did with Quicktime and mp3 players, those were inspired by Star Trek.
Or maybe... and I guess I'm just being a little selfish here, but maybe we don't need to spend billions of $ on pictures of all those galaxies far far away that we can never travel to in our life time, so maybe... maybe we should spend the money set aside for that kind of research on something a little closer to home. Like cancer.
I hate cancer.
Beam me up Scottie!