I mean... I am, though. The thing my dad had, that killed him. It's uh. It's genetic. Incurable. Progressive. Pretty... rapidly, actually. And the research that was being used to treat it was destroyed when everything with Doctor Connors went down the way it did.
I've kind of been trying to stack the Oscorp deck with... you know. People who have some experience with gene therapy. But after the plutonium heist, nobody wants to touch this place and I can trust the board about as far as I can throw them.
I don't even know if I can trust what little information my dad left me with now. About the research. For all I know he was trying to get me to poison myself.