I… am a Cancer Survivor
I … am a cancer survivor. Even when I write it down, I have to pause to let the idea sink in. In the spectrum of life-changing events, it ranks pretty high.
Continue readingI … am a cancer survivor. Even when I write it down, I have to pause to let the idea sink in. In the spectrum of life-changing events, it ranks pretty high.
Continue reading“When I first met Mr. Keating, he looked like a little Michelin Man,” my doctor remarked to the intern. Staying in the hospital that night very likely saved my life.
Continue readingTwenty four hours after the whole thing started, the doctor was explaining the procedure to remove the fluid from around my heart.
Continue readingI suddenly felt as though a bucket of cold water had been thrown on me. So this was what heart failure felt like?
Continue readingIf one is a patient in a teaching hospital, and has an unusual condition, one can expect to be visited by classes of eager medical students.
Continue readingIn the language of the world of cancer, I was Stage 4A on a scale that had no Stage 5 and only one more letter.
Continue readingHow to treat cardiac tamponade – stick a pin in it. Well, okay, it’s really a needle. Which gets exceedingly close to one’s heart. Eep.
Continue readingAnterior mediastinal mass? Shadowy CT scans can only show so much. Time to bite a chunk off the beastie and see what it is.
Continue readingLymphoma or thymoma? Seemed rather like flipping a two-headed coin when you’ve called tails.
Continue readingMom always told me that if I ate things without washing them that vegetables would start to grow in my stomach. But a cauliflower??
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