This is less a review and more of a birds nest.
The book opens with a terrifyingly beautiful epigraph from Susan Sontag:
Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship.
Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom
of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all
prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each of us is
obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves in that other place.
each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves in that other place.