Patient & Researcher Blog
Here I aim to capture what I am learning as a newbie researcher from a patient perspective.
Living with a slow growing brain cancer
It is taboo for researchers to talk about their work before it is published.
I think that’s a bummer.
My favorite part about research is learning new things in real time. Here I share my observations as a learner and my n of 1 (personal) findings as a patient.
Note: I started blogging about brain cancer in 2008, at age 29.
I had no background or knowledge about healthcare when I began. Please excuse typos and other misconceptions. What you read here is me in real time, like a time capsule.
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If I survive this brain surgery I am going to be a genius
“That which does not kill us makes us stronger.” – Frederich Nietzsche. It that’s true I am going to be a fucking genius.
My brain: 16 months after Temodar
Hallmark is seriously missing out on the "thank you for saving my life" card genre.
Getting back to exercise after brain cancer treatment
If life is short, and if my tumor grows back, it is worth having made myself as strong as possible before the fight. It is worth feeling good in my own skin, especially if I only have a short time in this skin.
Together we're giant: forgetting about brain cancer for a day
To me, 'without struggle there is no progress' totally applies to cancer. It captures us, and holds us hostage. And if we are lucky enough to be physically freed from cancer, and escape treatment intact, there are parts of us, at times, that are emotionally enslaved by cancer. I don't want to admit it--because it sounds embarrassingly weak--but I know I am, at times, enslaved.
Living is hard work
Was she right? Or was she wrong? Could someone so healthy have an opinion like that? Or was her positive attitude the right way to go?
Baseball: the ultimate cancer therapy
Whenever Tim Lincecum struck out a batter, Buster Posey hit a home run, or Pablo Sandoval wore his hat sideways during a rally, I felt like I was part of something greater than myself. I became one of hundreds of thousands of fans in orange and black who leave their hearts in San Francisco.
Should a 32-year-old with brain cancer save for retirement?
Should one save for retirement when they have an incurable form of cancer with a high mortality rate?
Lobbying with my emotions: brain tumor advocacy is conjuring up all kinds of dirt
I have no idea if my father is 'proud' of me, but in my mind he has no right to be proud. Because nothing of who I am reflects on him, his skills as a parent or of who he is as a person. Pride is feeling good about something you did. He never did anything, and he certainly never reached out during my entire cancer process. I never got flowers. I never got a card. He didn't come to my wedding.