As is appropriate in the New Year, I am reflecting on the nature of time, and how our perception of time changes after being diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, such as breast cancer. For me, anyway, time seems more precious every year, even more than a decade after my illness. I don’t like to waste time on doing stuff I don’t enjoy... Read more
You would think that I would be a big proponent of breast self-exams, as I was the one who first diagnosed my own breast cancer. But it wasn’t a tell-tale breast lump that tipped me off, it was a dimple that sent me straight to the doctor. In the intervening 11 years, I haven’t been too big on self-exams, as I see my breast cancer oncologist... Read more
Now that I’ve read and digested a few of the stories about the recent drop in breast cancer, most likely due to women not taking HRT pushed on them for years by doctors for the symptoms of menopause, I have to say my take is slightly different than that of my fellow blogger P.J. Hamel.
Yes, it’s great news that the breast cancer rate has... Read more
Researchers have long puzzled over why African-American women have higher death rates from breast cancer, even though white women have the highest incidence of the disease. I came across an interesting interview with Dr. Sherri Sheinfeld Gorin, a doctor at Columbia University Medical Center that discusses a recent study of nearly 50,000... Read more
I’m a reporter. I like a lot of information. So, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer nearly 11 years ago, I got not one second opinion, but five, from leading cancer centers on the East Coast. Yes, it was difficult to schlep around to all those hospitals and confusing to sort through the different opinions, but I’ve never regretted... Read more