Oh right because the other ridiculous thing, I forgot to say, but the other ridiculous explanation for this season-long arc being so lame is that per Will, Lily was not allowed to talk about her "illness" or even say "the C word" because just saying it apparently makes you die. So the more people know about it, the more likely one of them is to say the "C word" and Lily will just fucking drop dead wherever she is. Apparently Dr. Sandiego graduated from the The Secret School of Medicine, where you can have anything you want thanks to the age-old power of wishing for things.
I mean, I think it's a writing issue -- and like I said, this episode is way better than they have been -- because in somebody else's hands this could come down to the very basics of Lily, which is that she is an überWASP trapped in the body of an überWASP and she has never met a problem that she didn't immediately figure out how to muzzle and ignore and squash down, down, down. I mean, that's Lily. It's what nearly killed Eric. Lily exactly and precisely wants to hear that the best treatment for her terrifying illness is pretending it doesn't exist, because that is her other terrifying illness.
But firstly, Lily's become basically unlikeable this season, and secondly, you would really think this writing staff -- of any staff ever, maybe -- would have a wiser/lighter touch when it comes to serious illnesses like "the C word," and could maybe get there without making Lily and Will both seem like gullible assholes. So instead of getting a story that could revolve around Lily's nascent ability to deal frankly and honestly with her family's problems, while still always ignoring her own, you get... An explanation for the major mystery of the entire season that basically resolves down to Cancer is Magic. Cancer can hear you when you talk about it. Which, I'm all for the power of positive thinking, but really against magical thinking, which is its precise opposite.
There is nothing positive about ascribing supernatural characteristics to arbitrary phenomena, because where that leads is blaming the victim, which is yourself. Just on the syllogistic level that's not a course of thought that anyone could endorse: "If only I had remained more positive, if only I had kept it a secret from more people, if only we hadn't told Eric, if only I hadn't kissed Dr. Sandiego." If only, essentially, I had not earned this suffering in some way or another. Gross me out. Illness is neither a third mortgage on your existence nor an excuse to go nonrational. Cancer can't hear you when you talk, cancer doesn't care how much Chicken Soup For The Soul you read. Taking care of yourself -- physically, mentally, spiritually -- is something you should be doing anyway, as a major consequence of -- and your first and greatest responsibility for -- being alive.