I vividly remember the best and worst night of my year. As Barack Obama
cheered “Yes, We Can,” my mother was absent-mindedly thumbing what we all agreed was a lump on her chest. I took comfort in the fact that she said it hurt—cancer doesn’t hurt. She’ll be fine
, I thought. But as we toasted champagne and hugged each other for Obama’s victory, with brows slightly furrowed, I prayed for my mother, my strong and stubborn mother. I didn’t go with her to the doctor—my father did. I probably slept until noon, which was a common occurrence since I’d just driven all my belongings and my cat 1,991 miles from New York City to Santa Fe in three days. I was jobless, tentatively moving to Los Angeles in a few months and had no idea what I was doing with my future. And it turned out that my 58-year-old mother, my best friend and deepest confidant, had breast cancer
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So maybe I would go to former sitcom star Suzanne Somers for advice about how to shape up my thighs (remember the Thigh Master?), but certainly not for tips about how to help cure cancer. In her new book, Knockout: Interviews With Doctors Who Are Curing Cancer And How To Prevent It In The First Place (it’s her 19th book … I know … what the heck is she writing about?), Suzanne is making some outrageous claims that are making people at the American Cancer Society outraged. Keep reading »
Here’s a quick way to get cancer—or at least foot cancer (if that even existed until now)—the Solafeet Foot Tanner, another useless and overpriced object brought to you by the endlessly entertaining SkyMall catalogue. Marketed to golfers who want to “rid themselves of ugly sock tan lines,” all you have to do is stick your feet into the machine for 15 minutes a day (which probably takes off a day of your life with each session). But apparently there are people in the world who suffer from tan line embarrassment:
“If you always feel like people are gawking at your white feet and the unsightly tan lines around your ankles when you wear sandals or pumps, then you need the Solafeet foot tanner … Then you can go from the golf course to the clubhouse in confidence.”
So, basically, you can live it up (for only $229.99) before the doctors amputate both your feet. Awesome. [SkyMall.com] Keep reading »
Viva Las Vegas is a popular stripper based in Portland, Oregon. A preacher’s daughter, she was raised in the Midwest before she moved to the West, where she worked as a nude dancer for over a dozen years. Eventually, she wondered if it was time to retire. Last year, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. After chemo made her hair fall out and a mastectomy left her with one breast, she wasn’t sure what to do. So, she wrote a book about her experiences: Magic Gardens: The Memoirs of Viva Las Vegas. After the lump was removed, extra skin from a cadaver was used to cover the area, but she resisted having her breast rebuilt with an implant. And then, she went back to stripping … [The Daily Beast] Keep reading »
Sorry, ladies, we’ve got another thing to add to your ever-growing list of cancer-causing products: scented candles. Burning candles super often in enclosed spaces could lead to asthma, eczema or even cancer. Most candles are made of paraffin wax and — just our luck — are the kind that, when lit, produce dangerous chemicals like toluene and benzene. So if you are going to woo your partner with a candlelit dinner or a sexy striptease in a dim room, opt for beeswax or soy candles, they’re safer. [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
We know we’re supposed to head to the lady doctor once a year for a gyno and breast exam to catch any signs of cancer early. But these days, women can even go one step further—they can get genetic testing. Women who get tested for BRCA gene mutations will know if they are 60% more likely to develop breast and/or ovarian cancer over the course of their lives. It’s a great step in cancer prediction and prevention, but for women who test positive it also presents serious issues and some heavy decision-making. [CNN] Keep reading »
I love reading. I might love it more than orgasms, sleeping or eating. And I will read anything, high or low, because I’ve enjoyed “smart books” like Katharine Graham’s autobiography as much as “trashy books” like The Other Boleyn Sister. I just can’t stand people who get on their high horse and sniff that a 10th grader could have written Twilight. It was a good read—who cares?
I’ve read two novels by Jodi Picoult—My Sister’s Keeper and Nineteen Minutes—which were both three-hanky reads about suburban families with troubled kids (cancer in one, a school shooting in another). But NPR has a different perspective on the Picoult oeuvre. Keep reading »
Many of us know cancer patients who are here today and gone within a matter of weeks. The New York Times recently ran a piece with some much needed insight as to why. All the millions of dollars raised at “Walk for the Cure” and “Relays for Life” are deposited into a large pot of grant research money, and one would like to believe that the money is being given to the most advanced, inventive ideas out there that could potentially cure cancer. Unfortunately, the truth is that the dough usually goes to small research projects that are pretty much useless and will have the slightest, if any, impact on finding the cure.
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