David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants

fever, and then you get convulsions, and
then...” He let his voice trail off.
Doctors did not last long on the
leukemia floor. It was too much. “You
got there at seven in the morning,” one
physician who worked on the second
floor in those years remembers. “You
left at nine at night. You had to do
everything. I would come home every
day, completely destroyed
psychologically. I became a stamp
collector. I would sit down at ten
o’clock at night with my stamps, because
it was the only way to take my mind off
work. The parents were afraid. Nobody
would even go into the children’s room.
They would stand at the door. Nobody