The New York Times today focuses on the difference between Stage 4 and other breast cancers, under an unfortunate headline: "A Pink-Ribbon Race, Years Long." Note to all: Editors, not reporters write the headlines.
The lead is about a woman with metastasis who went to a support group meeting and didn't have the heart to tell the rest of the women, who had stages 1-3, about herself. I was what scared them, the woman, Suzanne Hebert, said.
Let's look at the numbers: some 40,000 people in the US die of breast cancer a year. About a quarter of us who are first diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer end up with metastasis. About 150,000 are living with Stage 4.
The history of the loan, Dr. Eric P. Winer director of breast oncology center at Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Boston: All too often, when people think about breast cancer, they think it is a problem has been fixed and lead long and normal life.
CJ was, who was married to my friend A. She was diagnosed in 2001, six years before I was about the same stage. It was a chest, does not need chemo, her doctor said, and the family traveled and continued to work with underfunded public school library on the east coast, Reading Olympics team coaching. Five years after the cancer has returned. When I saw him a few years ago, came to the treatment of cancer, who had moved to the spine and brain. In the spring of 2009 he had lost his sight, but still took the children to read the race of the Olympic Games. I saw him go around then, I noticed that when I drove to the airport. A weekend of May 2009 was accused of not turning on the lights. He went to school on Monday and realized it really could not see, and stopped. He died at home in August 2009.
Yesterday I went to his funeral, an adult student who died suddenly 46 was an accomplished actor, playwright and teacher, and our economic program was more than writing non-fiction. Last week he went home for our evening class, and she and her husband had the wine and was watching trash TV to relax. She got the wine even more, and when he returned, his wife is not breathing. His heart stopped in front of the ambulance there. A persistent disease, he said, it would be better. I think both are bad, "I said. My friend S, who was close to the couple, said that a long illness, at least you can say goodbye, you can ask for advice. I do not know what to say about it. Both methods have their down sides. I have long been against death, but death does not seem to care.
CJ was, who was married to my friend A. She was diagnosed in 2001, six years before I was about the same stage. It was a chest, does not need chemo, her doctor said, and the family traveled and continued to work with underfunded public school library on the east coast, Reading Olympics team coaching. Five years after the cancer has returned. When I saw him a few years ago, came to the treatment of cancer, who had moved to the spine and brain. In the spring of 2009 he had lost his sight, but still took the children to read the race of the Olympic Games. I saw him go around then, I noticed that when I drove to the airport. A weekend of May 2009 was accused of not turning on the lights. He went to school on Monday and realized it really could not see, and stopped. He died at home in August 2009.
Yesterday I went to his funeral, an adult student who died suddenly 46 was an accomplished actor, playwright and teacher, and our economic program was more than writing non-fiction. Last week he went home for our evening class, and she and her husband had the wine and was watching trash TV to relax. She got the wine even more, and when he returned, his wife is not breathing. His heart stopped in front of the ambulance there. A persistent disease, he said, it would be better. I think both are bad, "I said. My friend S, who was close to the couple, said that a long illness, at least you can say goodbye, you can ask for advice. I do not know what to say about it. Both methods have their down sides. I have long been against death, but death does not seem to care.
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Image above is Pandora [Jane Morris] by Rossetti, which doesn't really fit, except in mood
