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Your DNA forms thousands of loops, like those of a shoe lace. Just as you learned to tie your shoes by forming separate "bunny ear" loops of string, your DNA forms many of these loops to create genetic neighborhoods within each bunny ear loop. These neighborhoods bring distant genes and specific gene control switches into close proximity. Genetic neighborhoods can be autonomous and remain separate from other neighborhoods.
Credit: Darryl Leja, NHGRI.
VICKI MICHELLE AT THE CHILDREN WITH CANCER UK ANNUAL BALL AT THE GROSVENOR HOTEL PARK LANE LONDON......PICTURE MURRAY SANDERS CHILDREN WITH CANCER UK..
Why This Photo Is Meaningful to Me: SHAWN WAS AWESOME WE LOST HIM TO CANCER WHEN HE WAS FULLY TRAINED AND ONLY 7 YEARS OLD...
At first it was jarring to see Susan's picture on the backs of relatives (I wore one too.) But after a while, I really felt her presence in a positive way. She was a wife, mother, elementary school librarian and friend to many.
Inner courtyard of the Cancer Health Center, near Rigs Hospital in Copenhagen. The architecs tried to create an atmosphere where cancer recovery patients would feel like home.
Nord Architects, Copenhagen
A Volkswagen Beetle decked out in a cancer awareness theme.
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There is something magical seeing the Cherry blossoms in the city. Spring is such a beautiful time to walk around Vancouver. On Kits Beach, I took a moment to create a happy memory.
Last Sunday I completed Cycle 14, Week 4. I’m feeling great and remain focused on stress-free living. Staying positive everyday!
To recap: I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the blood plasma. It is treatable, but incurable. On Sunday, March 6th I completed Cycle 14 Week 4 of my four week treatment cycle. I have 21 days on (Pomalyst chemo pill) and then 7 days off. In addition, I take dexamethasone, an oral steroid, every Monday.
Summersome ward. A cancer ward. I had an isolation room. I had been staring out of the window for what seemed like hours. I had been a patient here for so many days now that I had lost count. The rain was falling lightly on the windows, that fluffy rain that anyone with long hair dreads as it turns the hair frizzy. Not heavy enough to really warrant an umbrella, just a misery to endure if caught out in it. In short; a pain in the arse.
There was a quiet knock on my door and it was gently pushed open and in walked one of the ward doctors. I hadn’t spoken to him before but had seen him doing the rounds on the open wards. From what I understood he was the senior doctor. He lifted my notes from the bottom of the bed and read them, turning over each sheet and studying it. Glancing up at me every now and then and smiling before returning to the reading. He was a kind looking man, tall and thin with combed back jet black hair. His medical coat white and crisp, a single pen in the breast pocket.
“Good afternoon Jack, you won’t remember me from seeing you in critical care. I’m Dr Crusic, I’m the senior doctor on these wards. How are you feeling?”
I was always cautious of anyone introducing themselves with ‘you won’t remember me but…’. This was normally my subconscious warning me that the following experience was simply a morphine induced fantasy, an hallucination normally so real you could reach out to touch the people. Of course, you were never given the chance so the illusion remained.
“I’m okay I think. No real pain, still can’t sleep at night but that’s down to missing my duvet and the noises. How are you?” I asked.
He looked up from reading and smiled, replacing the notes on the bar of the bed, he slowly walked over to the chair in my room.
“I am very well thank you for asking, do you mind if I sit down?”
“I don’t mind at all please do” I gestured towards the chair with my open hand.
He sat down, opened his mouth to speak and then paused before leaning towards me, hands clasped in front of him. In my business we call this foreshadowing. Despite his friendly, calm demeanour I was getting an uncomfortable feeling.
“Jack, you have responded really well to the chemotherapy so far. The diabetes issues I am working closely with the hospital team to find the best solution for you. We need to determine whether you are type one or type two. It’s still unclear” he explained.
His head was cocked slightly to the side, a warming smile as he unclasped his fingers and brought them up to his chest as if praying.
I nodded to him that I understood what he was telling me and returning his smile.
“I don’t want to be unkind but I want to inform you so you understand what I am going to tell you based on the tests we have done. Do you understand?” he asked.
I slowly nodded to him. I felt cold again. Scared again.
“The recent scan has shown that the cancer hasn’t spread, or grown bigger. This is good news. However we have been monitoring your heart and we have recorded irregularities. We have grave concerns about this” he said shifting in the seat and leaning forward. Hands now clasped and rested on his knees. “Do you understand me Jack?” he added.
I nodded. “From what I can determine, and reading between the lines, my cancer will eventually kill me but my heart will stop way before then?” I replied.
Dr Crusic nodded back at me, there was a genuine sadness in his eyes. Or maybe it was merely a reflection of my own. We sat there in silence for minutes.
“We have an excellent counsellor here on Summersome, if you feel that you need to talk someone about this Jack, I can heartily recommend her. She will be able to help you. Would you like me to ask her to stop by tomorrow morning?” he asked standing up and making his way to the door.
He stopped at the open doorway and looked at me waiting for a reply.
“Yes, I would like you to do that please. Can I ask you something before you go?” I asked.
“Sure, how can I help?” he said closing the door and sitting back down opposite me.
“I’ve had…very vivid hallucinations in the past, mostly induced by the morphine. Are we having this conversation real world or are you, everything right now nothing more than an hallucination?”
Again, there was a sadness in his eyes. It was definitely there but of course if this was another illusion of mine then it was nothing more than something I had created.
“Jack, I understand why you would ask a question such as this. It is hard to comprehend or accept ones own passing, far easier for you to think that this conversation never happened. Dr Hardy, our counsellor would be able to help you with this and many other emotions and questions that you may have now and in the days ahead. I really think you should speak with her” he replied.
I nodded to him, didn’t feel anything else needed to be said.
“Is there anything else I can help with or get you before I go Jack?”
“No thank you doctor, I’m okay I think” I replied.
“I will check back on you in three days time, it was good to meet you Jack. Of course, should you need anything make sure to ring your room bell and one of the nurses will be right with you. Good bye” he said. Then he was gone the door slowly closing behind him.
I returned to looking out of the window, the rain was now much heavier and drumming against the windows. Rivulets of silvery beads battering the glass then finally falling away leaving no wake. I resumed my music application on my laptop, Visage Fade to Grey started playing quietly.
Another knock at my door and the nurse cheerfully asking to take my vitals. Blood pressure, a device they put over my finger, still not sure what that measures. Then the prick test. She asks me which finger and I hold my ring finger to her. Sharp pain and then she’s saying goodbye and out of the door.
Laying back on the bed and pulling the blankets over me, I was lost in my thoughts and closed my eyes. I felt a slight pressure on my shoulder, opening my eyes there was a nurse standing over me. Still very much drowsy I offered my arm to her.
“Jack it’s okay I’m Dr Hardy, I’m a counsellor. Dr Crusic asked me to stop in to see you before I left as he was concerned.”
She was leaning slightly towards me smiling. She continued to rest her hand on my shoulder, reassuring me. Dish water blonde tied up, down I imagined scrambled yellow hair cascading over her shoulders. She had tattoos down her arms, her ears pierced several times with hoops and studs. She had grey green eyes, not cold though. Petite but not a waif. I would guess she was late twenties, possibly a youthful early thirties. She had an energy to her, one that I could well imagine would be contagious.
“I wanted to introduce myself and ask whether I could have a chat with you tomorrow at eleven o’clock?” she asked.
This felt like a real experience, that she was really there. However I have been greatly deceived by my mind before as I have mentioned.
Another knock at the door and the nurse came in again cheerfully announcing it was time to check the vitals. I asked her that she had only just done that hadn’t she, I mean it felt like only fifteen minutes since I had last seen her.
“Oh bless you, two hours ago Jack, you had fallen asleep” the nurse replied as she wrapped the sleeve around my arm.
Turning to Dr Hardy, “that’s fine doctor, eleven o’clock tomorrow is perfect for me. As you can see I have busy schedule here each day but I’m sure my eleven slot is clear” I said jokingly.
“It’s a date, I will leave you with Claire and I will see you at eleven. Good bye Jack”. Dr Hardy left the room, pausing at the door to glance back at me and smile.
Nurse Claire had been talking to me but I hadn’t heard a word of it.
“Sorry Claire, I was miles away, what did you say?”
“My son listens to this band, he used to play this song all time when he was a teenager. Lovestruck teenager” she said raising her eyebrows and sighing.
“It’s Marillion and the song is Cinderella Search” I said.
“Yes of course, Marillion. I remember now. He would sit up in his room listening to this song endlessly.” She pauses for a moment. “Vitals are all good Jack, it will be Chloe taking over for the night checks. Have a good evening” and with that she was out of the door.
“Welcome to the Circus” I said to myself and went back to staring out of the window. Neither one of us (wants to be the first to say goodbye) drifted lazily around the room. I pulled the blankets up to my chin and closed my eyes. I could hear the rain pelting the windows once more, it was going to be a long night.
The room went silent. Shouting from somewhere on the ward startled me. The toilet opposite my room flushed. The noise of a drip trolley gliding over the tiled floor. The heavy footfall of someone in the corridor. Screaming. The incessant beating of the rain against the windows. The thunderous sound of a crash trolley being wheeled outside in the corridor. The screaming came to an abrupt halt. The sound of something metallic hitting the floor. I pulled the blankets tighter around me.
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I am diagnosed with terminal stage 4 colon cancer that has metastasised to my liver. I now have Type 1 or Type 2 diabetes and as a result of the colon cancer, I have an ileostomy called Elvis.
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This image shows pancreatic cancer cells (nuclei in blue) growing as a sphere encased in membranes (red). By growing cancer cells in the lab, researchers can study factors that promote and prevent the formation of deadly tumors.
This image was originally submitted as part of the 2016 NCI Cancer Close Up project and selected for exhibit.
See also visualsonline.cancer.gov/closeup2016.
Credit:Min Yu (Eli and Edythe Broad Center for Regenerative Medicine and Stem Cell Research at USC),USC Norris Comprehensive Cancer Center, Pancreatic Desmoplasia
Because it might be hard to find a moment for yourself, Naptime Activism means you can do things to make the world better, safer, and cleaner - via simple things like signing petitions and sharing the word - while your child naps...
* Image sources: Breast Cancer and Naptime Activism, huffingtonpost, 10/30/2012.
* Our posts tagged breast cancer, safe cosmetics, safer chemicals.
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A special treat for my co-workers.
I found out today that I have cancer.
Sloan Kettering doctor diagnosed it after a simple examination.
But just to be sure, I had three more biopsies done to prove his findings as correct.
They all matched what he said.
I will need chemotherapy and daily radiation treatments.
My hair will probably fall out.
Doctor told me I will probably be OK during the first few weeks of treatment, but I should plan on missing work for three months.
I need to see three more doctors this week.
Good news: it is confined to just the one area and is totally treatable.
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Yesterday it was a beautiful day, although a bit overcast. I decided it was a perfect opportunity to walk around Stanley Park from Lost Lagoon to Second Beach. It felt refreshing to walk around water, to see tall trees, and watch swans and geese enjoying themselves in their natural habitat.
This week’s self-portrait is black and white as I wanted to try something new. In addition, I enjoy taking multiplicity self-portraits (more than 1), as they are always fun to create.
I’m feeling happy and staying positive each day!
In 2006 I did a sponsored walk in the Moroccan Sahara in aid Macmillan Cancer as they had helped my wife before she died in 2004......................................................................
It is their coffee morning day today and I thought if I posted a few pics from my trip it may prompt people to donate while out tomorrow if they come across collectors or local events....
If you look closely at this pic you can clearly see a ''mirage '' in the distance near where our camp is being set up for the night.....the camels are carrying our cases and supplies but we had to walk approx. 15miles a day with our own water and gear....it was a fantastic experience and a worthwhile cause too ...............
this pic is off my camera but the others were taken on a friends camera
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I had my appointment with my Hematologist the week after my October monthly blood test. He stated that my blood test results were very positive. He was extremely happy as my cancer results were stable showing that my Pomalyst chemo continues to perform exceptionally without bad side effects.
There are 3 protein markers called Immunoglobulins that give info about my immune system (igG, igA, igM). igG is the general marker that is used for measuring multiple myeloma levels. For me, igA and igM have always been suppressed below normal range by the myeloma cells (abnormal protein) in my blood plasma. He said that this is the first time in some time that my igA and igM were in the normal range.
With my particular type of multiple myeloma, the specific protein marker used to measure my cancer levels is the Beta 2 microglobulin. Basically, my myeloma reside in this protein. So, if it is in the normal range (1.8 - 4.8), then I'm in complete remission. Right now that is not the case. But, my Beta 2 marker continues to decrease and that means there is less myeloma in my bone marrow. (re: Sept: 9.2; Oct 9.0).
Anemia is defined as low red blood cells meaning the hemoglobin is below the normal range. As I am a multiple myeloma and anemia patient, my anemia is caused by my cancer. The test results also showed my hemoglobin to be in the normal range, meaning that it wasn’t being suppressed by my myeloma.
So all of this taken together, my chemo treatment (Pomalyst chemo + Dexamethasone steroid) is working exceptionally well at fighting my multiple myeloma and it continues to be effective in reducing my cancer levels.
Life is good!
Nancy Sanford, Pippa Gerard ==
Lung Cancer Research Foundation's Eleventh Annual Lung Cancer Awareness Luncheon==
The Pierre Hotel, NYC==
October 17, 2016==
©Patrick McMullan==
photo - Patrick McMullan/PMC==
== Nancy Sanford; Pippa Gerard
There was a benefit for cancer cure in downtown Omaha, Nebraska. The best use of the poop emoji I can think of.
Last night my sister and I saw One Acts and the first act was of a woman who got breast cancer, my eyes wattered a couple times lol
This was taken when we first got in the theatre, she was just laying there while people were coming in.
The first act was called For Tiger Lillies out ot Season.
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One of the side effects of chemo is that my body temperature has been lower significantly. I just can’t handle cold weather, so I bundle up when I go outside and generally hibernate during the winter. The heater in my room is kept on high, to help me stay comfortable and sleep better at night.
I love the warmth of a fire. Makes me happy.
To recap: On Sunday, November 29th, I completed Cycle 11 Week 2. I have Multiple Myeloma and anemia, a rare blood cancer. It is incurable, but treatable. From February to November 2013, I received Velcade chemo through weekly in-hospital injections as an outpatient. Since February 9th 2015, I have been on Pomalyst and dexamethasone chemo treatment (Pom/dex).
Cancer people are tried and true, who cling to tradition as though they were part of it. Yet their moods and even their purposes may become as changeable as the sign's ruling planet, the Moon. This self-contradiction is understandable, when recognized as part of the individual's innate nature. These people are home loving, fond of family life and domestic tranquility but they also enjoy travel and adventure. They love the past and sometimes practically live in it, which accounts for the way they seek the new, yet always come back to the old. Persons born under this sign are very sensitive, though they frequently din not show it. Argument wears them down, criticism hurts them and crablike, they crawl into their shells. Though strongly conservative, they are fond of amusements and social life. These people are frequently vivacious and are humanitarians as well, devoting themselves to worthy causes.