I devoted my life to science, and work always took center stage in my life—until I was given a terrible diagnosis. I was faced with a choice: begin exhausting treatment that is unlikely to bring results, or live my last days to the fullest, going on a spree. And I made the only right decision.
But even right at the beginning something went wrong when, in a bar, I mistook a drunken billionaire for a gigolo I’d hired for the night.