City of Hope National Medical Center

City of Hope National Medical Center, (commonly City of Hope) is a private, not-for-profit clinical research center, hospital and graduate medical school located in Duarte, California, United States. The center's main campus resides on 110-acres of land adjacent to the boundaries of Duarte and Irwindale, California, with satellite offices in Monrovia, California and downtown Los Angeles, California, and regional fundraising offices throughout the country.

City of Hope is perhaps best known as a cancer treatment center. It has been designated a Comprehensive Cancer Center by the National Cancer Institute, a branch of the National Institutes of Health, part of the United States Department of Health and Human Services.

City of Hope played a role in the development of synthetic human insulin in 1978. The center has performed 10,000 hematopoietic stem cell transplants as of January, 2011.

City of Hope is a founding member of the National Comprehensive Cancer Network.

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