This poem was written by Patsy Barrineau — who is no longer with us. These words really resonate with me.
The good thing about cancer
is that is speaks
in small sentences.
I listen attentively
as malignancy whispers:
Applaud yourself.
Hold her hand longer.
Hug her.
Buy it.
Say it.
Touch.
Kiss.
Smile.
Scream.
Laugh.
Cry.
Enjoy.
Live.
Yes.

And so it begins. The U.S. Preventive Services Task Force published new guidelines on breast cancer screening this week. Guidelines with complete disregard for medical advice from the American Cancer Society, The American Medical Association and the Nation Comprehensive Cancer network. The Wall Street Journal has the whole story and more details, so ladies, defiantly [...]

This is the best piece of news I’ve seen in a year.
Gorbunova and Andrei Seluanov, professors of biology at the University of Rochester, and funded by the National Institutes of Health and the Ellison Medical Foundation, have found a gene present in naked mole rats that they believe prevents the rodents from ever getting cancer. [...]

I’m scheduled for a PET scan this morning and, while I’m thinking about it, I can’t help but notice a change in my attitude. I’m actually a little annoyed that I have to have it done. When thinking about the scan my initial reaction is that I’m annoyed that I have to take the day [...]

These words were written on the bulletin board in the lab room where I got my chemotherapy. Every time I would sit down to give blood, I would read them. It’s funny, at the time I thought they were empty words with no real meaning… a false hope, if you will. I saw my situation [...]