Hugh sat across from his doctor and did math in his head. He sat on the chair reserved for guests (he hated sitting on the exam table) and did math in his head. She was looking at him, waiting for him to reply, but it hardly mattered. Mom was diagnosed when he was twenty. Grandfather when he was sixteen. Grandmother the first time when he was fourteen, but the cancer came back when Grandfather’s got bad. He’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. Somewhere between seventeen and twenty-three years, if his math was correct. “The chances are