by Wendy S. Harpham, MD, FACP
During the disorienting weeks after a diagnosis of serious illness, people often ask “Why me?” This question never once enters my mind in the weeks after my cancer diagnosis, which I attribute to all I’ve seen over the years as a physician. If anything, “Why not me?” Then, after weeks of wrestling with fear of death, an unexpected concern erupts: “What if I survive?”
The Hope Protocol
by Dennis “Doc” Knowles
There are a few million things I want to know before I die. High on my list, Is there life after death? As you can plainly see, I’ve tried to confine my investigation to useful information. There are, of course, questions that are more mundane. Lately, much of what I want to know is about life after cancer.
A Hair-Razing Experience
by Katy Huth Jones
My pride has always been my long, wavy hair. It’s a huge part of what defines me. Then at 47, I learned I had fast-growing lymphoma. Chemo had to begin right away.
by Nicole Patterson
My hair didn’t come out all at once or in big clumps like I had heard about from others enduring chemotherapy treatments. It fell out gradually, strand by strand.
Time to Fly Away
by Rob Wahrhaftig
My eight-year-old nephew Steve often asks me, “Did you get out of cancer yet?” I tell him that you don't exactly “get out” of cancer, that it's not like being in a jail. A jail is where you are put when you have done something wrong, and people with cancer have not done anything wrong. No, having cancer is more like being stuck in a barrel.