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In his new shocker, the master of the medical gothic creates a monstrous cabal with a chokehold on mankinds dearest hope and darkest fear. From to , Robin Cooks unique blend of cutting-edge technology and timeless horror has always enthralled. But rarely have his dramatic gifts been more effectively deployed than in . Despite a blue-collar background and Irish roots mistrustful of fancy degrees, highly motivated, enormously intelligent Sean Murphy has made it as far as his third year in Harvards combined Ph.D./M.D. program when he makes a fateful decision to take a two-month research elective at the renowned Forbes Cancer Center in Miami. Sean is eager to study firsthand the Forbes Centers remarkable results treating medulloblastoma, a rare form of brain cancer. But his decision is also due, in no small part, to a budding romance with Janet Reardon, a nurse from a privileged and prominent Boston family. Unnerved by Janets disturbing allure and even more, by thoughts of commitment Sean opts for the safety and distance of the prestigious clinic. But his plans at Forbes go awry from day one. First he is denied the opportunity to work on the medulloblastoma protocol. Then, to his surprise, Janet shows up at the medical center, having accepted a job ostensibly to further her career but actually to pursue Sean. When a disgruntled Sean appears on the verge of heading home, Janet persuades him to stay by coming up with a plan: The two of them will investigate the medulloblastoma cases surreptitiously, she taking the clinical and he the research. By the time they uncover the truth about the clinics seemingly ground-breaking cures, the pair run afoul of the law, their medical colleagues, and perhaps worst of all the powerful, enigmatic director of the Forbes Center, Dr. Randolph Mason. Drawing closer together at every hazardous turn, Sean and Janet discover a horror beyond their worst suspicions, one that would make a mockery of the Hippocratic oath. It is a truth so nefarious it could very well wind them up dead. Steeped in the latest discoveries of molecular medicine, reflective of the harsh realities of medical economies, is Robin Cook at his thrilling, thought-provoking best.

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Robin Cook

Terminal

To Jean with love and appreciation

Science without conscience is but the ruin of the soul.

Franois Rabelais

Prologue

January 4

Monday, 7:05 A.M.

Helen Cabot gradually awoke as dawn emerged from the winter darkness blanketing Boston, Massachusetts. Fingers of pale, anemic light pierced the darkness of the third-floor bedroom in her parents Louisburg Square home. At first she didnt open her eyes, luxuriating under the down comforter of her canopied bed. Totally content, she was mercifully unaware of the terrible molecular events occurring deep inside her brain.

The holiday season had not been one of Helens most enjoyable. In order to avoid missing any classes at Princeton where she was enrolled as a junior, shed scheduled an elective D&C between Christmas and New Years. The doctors had promised that removing the abnormally heavy endometrial tissue lining the uterus would eliminate the violently painful cramps that left her incapacitated each time she got her period. Theyd also promised it would be routine. But it hadnt been.

Turning her head, Helen gazed at the soft morning light diffusing through the lace curtains. She had no sensation of impending doom. In fact, she felt better than she had in days. Although the operation had gone smoothly with only mild post-operative discomfort, the third day after surgery she had developed an unbearable headache, followed by fever, dizziness, and most disturbing of all, slurred speech. Thankfully, the symptoms had cleared as quickly as they had appeared, but her parents still insisted she keep her scheduled appointment with the neurologist at the Massachusetts General Hospital.

Drifting back to sleep Helen heard the barely perceptible click of her fathers computer keyboard. His study was next to Helens bedroom. Opening her eyes just long enough to see the clock, she realized it was just past seven. It was amazing how hard her father worked. As the founder and chairman of the board of one of the most powerful software companies in the world, he could afford to rest on his laurels. But he didnt. He was driven, and the family had become astoundingly wealthy and influential as a result.

Unfortunately the security that Helen enjoyed from her family circumstances did not take into account that nature does not respect temporal wealth and power. Nature works according to its own agenda. The events occurring in Helens brain, unknown to her, were being dictated by the DNA molecules that comprised her genes. And on that day in early January, four genes in several of her brains neurons were gearing up to produce certain encoded proteins. These neurons had not divided since Helen was an infant, which was normal. Yet now because of these four genes and their resultant proteins, the neurons would be forced to divide again, and to keep on dividing. A particularly malignant cancer was about to shatter Helens life. At age twenty-one, Helen Cabot was potentially terminal, and she had no idea.

January 4, 10:45 A.M.

Accompanied by a slight whirring noise, Howard Pace was slid out of the maw of the new MRI machine at the University Hospital in St. Louis. Hed never been more terrified in his life. Hed always been vaguely anxious about hospitals and doctors, but now that he was ill, his fears were full-fledged and overwhelming.

At age forty-seven Howard had been in perfect health until that fateful day in mid-October when hed charged the net in the semifinals of the Belvedere Country Clubs annual tennis tournament. Thered been a slight popping noise, and hed sprawled ignominiously as the unreturned ball sailed over his head. Howards anterior cruciate ligament had snapped inside his right knee.

That had been the beginning of it. Fixing the knee had been easy. Despite some mild problems his doctors ascribed to the aftereffects of general anesthesia, Howard had returned to work in just a few days. It had been important for him to get back quickly; running one of the nations largest airplane manufacturing firms was not easy in an era of sharply curtailed defense budgets.

With his head still stabilized in the vise-like apparatus for the MRI, Howard was unaware of the technicians presence until the man spoke.

You okay? he asked as he began to release Howards head.

Okay, Howard managed to reply. He was lying. His heart was thumping in terror. He was afraid of what the test would reveal. Behind a glass divider he could discern a group of white-coated individuals studying a CRT screen. One of them was his doctor, Tom Folger. They were all pointing, gesturing, and, most disturbing of all, shaking their heads.

The trouble had begun the day before. Howard had awakened with a headache, a rare occurrence unless hed tied one on, which he hadnt. In fact, hed not had anything to drink since New Years Eve. After taking a dose of aspirin and eating a bit of breakfast, the pain had abated. But later that morning in the middle of a board meeting, with no warning whatsoever, hed vomited. It had been so violent and so unexpected, with no preceding nausea, that hed not even been able to lean aside. To his utter mortification, his undigested breakfast had spewed over the boardroom table.

With his head now freed, Howard tried to sit up, but the movement caused his headache to return in full force. He sank back to the MRI table and closed his eyes until his doctor gently touched his shoulder. Tom had been the family internist for over twenty years. He and Tom had become good friends over the years, and they knew each other well. Howard did not like what he saw in Toms face.

Its bad, isnt it? Howard asked.

Ive always been straight with you, Howard...

So dont change now, Howard whispered. He didnt want to hear the rest, but he had to.

It doesnt look good, Tom admitted. He kept his hand on Howards shoulder. There are multiple tumors. Three to be exact. At least thats how many we can see.

Oh, God! Howard moaned. Its terminal, isnt it?

Thats not the way we should talk at this point, Tom said.

Christ it isnt, Howard snapped. You just told me youve always been straight with me. I asked a simple question. I have a right to know.

If you force me to answer, Id have to say yes; it could be terminal. But we dont know for sure. For the present weve got a lot of work to do. First thing we have to do is find out where its come from. Being multifocal suggests its spread from someplace else.

Then lets get on with it, Howard said. If theres a chance, I want to beat this thing.

January 4, 1:25 P.M.

When Louis Martin first awoke in the recovery room, he felt as if his throat had been scorched with an acetylene torch. Hed had sore throats before, but nothing had even come close to the pain hed felt as he tried to swallow after his surgery. To make matters worse, his mouth had been as dry as the central Sahara.

The nurse who had materialized at his bedside seemingly out of nowhere had explained that his discomfort was due to the endotracheal tube the anesthesiologist had inserted prior to his operation. She gave him a damp washcloth to suck on and the pain had abated.

By the time he was wheeled back to his room, a different pain had started, located somewhere between his legs and radiating into the small of his back. Louis knew the cause of that discomfort. It was the site of his surgery to reduce an enlarged prostate gland. The damn thing had been forcing him to get up to urinate four or five times each night. Hed scheduled the surgery for the day after New Years. Traditionally that was a slow time for the computer giant he ran north of Boston.

Just as the pain was getting the best of him, another nurse gave him a bolus of Demerol through the IV which was still attached to his left hand. A bottle of fluid hung on a T-shaped pole protruding from the head of his bed.

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