By Sue Bersh, LUNGevity Board Member, March 15, 2018
Every year I think I’m finished writing blogs about LUNGevity, lung cancer and the best friend I lost to the disease 9-1/2 years ago -- and then something comes to mind that I want to share. I hope you’re not tired of me yet.
A few weeks back at my last post CT-scan appointment with my oncologist (when all continued to be amazingly stable), he finally asked me the question I've been wondering if he'd ever ask: "Mr. Lourie, I talk about you all the time, how well you're doing; is there anything I can tell people about what you're doing that might help them?"
Four score and several years ago, in the course of human marital events, history which had been made/experienced between and husband and a wife was not recalled quite the same, which likely led to a disagreement. Without there being a video tape then - or now, or a Warner Wolf, insults and recriminations may have flown, and not just the coop. Practically speaking, how does one - or two, actually, solve this most unsolvable of problems?
The relationship between sugar and cancer is one of the most commonly discussed questions among cancer patients. Whether on the internet, in the waiting room, or in an online forum, many patients question if sugar intake is related to their lung cancer diagnosis. We will explore this popular topic and answer the question of whether lung cancer patients should avoid sugar in their diet.
Either it was the programming on CBS we were "demanding," or the recorded programming we were watching from PBS; but for the week it was, repeatedly, and I mean REPEATEDLY, we were subjected to the same commercials over and over again. Torture doesn't begin to describe the excruciating reaction I had every time I saw the same people saying the same words. Instead of turning me on to the product or services, it had quite the opposite effect: it tuned me off. Buy what they were selling? More like good-bye.
By Maria Carmina Joyce Alferez, MD, February 13, 2018
I can only imagine up to this day how my sister felt the day I told her she had cancer. Perhaps for her, it felt like being punched in the stomach so hard, it makes you pass out (well, the punching is still going on, by the way). Probably, for my parents, crushed does not begin to describe how they felt knowing they pretty much can't do anything for their child. The 1 year gap between Carla's diagnosis and my dad's is not enough for him to recover from his pain as a father when I, the doctor, had to tell him of his own cancer.
I realize that given the growth and evolution of the world most of us live in, and how business is transacted, there are two words, a phrase actually, whose very existence is threatened: "Bill me." "C.O.D.," "Cash on delivery" is likely itself on the precipice of extinction, a dodo bird if there ever was one. However, since "Money makes the world go 'round," - or at least it made the hit musical "Cabaret" go 'round in 1966, credit and one's good name can only stretch the dollar so far. Bills have to paid or else the world doesn't 'go 'round' so far.
Nearly nine years into a "13 month to two-year" prognosis, I can hardly believe my good fortune. And though I rarely look a gift-oncologist in the stethoscope, I am happy nonetheless to count my blessings as I continue to look ahead rather than stress behind, and try not think about what was said and when.
Not a reference to the iconic television series of my youth, but there was "danger," Ken Lourie, and it wasn't caused by Dr. Zachary Smith nor by "robot," (Robbie) either. And it wasn't a conspiracy. It was simply a confluence of absenteeism by my health care providers. Both my oncologist and internal medicine doctor were absent with leave and yours truly was caught in the crossfire, so to speak. Let me provide some context to help you appreciate my dilemma.