thothguard's got it. I'm not a big memoir reader, but when my husband was ill, I did read two medical memoirs by people with the same illness. I only remember one, "My Time on Fire" by Evan Handler, an actor most people in the US might well recognize, although few could name him. (His distinctive appearance was largely shaped by the treatments which saved his life.)
It wasn't a great book, but it was a true book, and he survived, so I liked it for that reason.
Maryn, whose husband also survived