Whenever I am tempted to think that nothing nice ever happens in the world (a thought reinforced by the media that choose to cover only the lousy, depressing, horrific, grotesque and otherwise miserable stories in the world), something comes along to challenge that inclination. This story is true, I grew up in the same Tarrytown neighborhood (Tappan Landing Road) as Bill, the main person involved, and he deserves all the good things that come his way. Bill is going to the Super Bowl! Here is the link to the story:
http://www.lohud.com/story/news/local/2017/12/10/nfl-commissioner-roger-goodell-surprises-tarrytown-firefighter-super-bowl-tickets/938673001/
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Saturday, February 15, 2014
The Surrealism of Illness
Since the New
Year began, major illness has already reared its ugly head for two people I
know, one a close personal friend who received the diagnosis of multiple
systemic atrophy of the brain, the other a valued colleague and friend who
suffered most of the autumn with a persistent cough and was recently diagnosed with lung
cancer. In both cases, when I heard the news, I was truly shocked. It just
seemed so unreal and so unbelievable that this could be happening to them. When
I finally ‘came to’, I realized that I have to learn how to be strong so that I
can be there for the both of them in the best way I know how. Because their
shock and disbelief, their sorrow and pain, are so much greater than mine; they
have to tackle the surrealism of being given a diagnosis that could mean an
earlier passage from this life compared to the rest of us. I cannot imagine
what that must feel like. I do know what it feels like to witness the journeys
of two friends who were diagnosed with breast cancer a decade ago. One of them received
a diagnosis of breast cancer when she was sitting in her doctor’s office. She
fainted on hearing the news. Luckily her husband was with her and he caught her
as she fell off her chair. She was operated on to remove her tumor, received
chemo and radiation, and is disease-free today. Another friend of mine was not
so lucky; she passed away three years ago from metastatic breast cancer. She
was diagnosed with breast cancer shortly after my other woman friend, underwent
an operation to remove the tumor, but did not start with chemotherapy right
away for reasons that made sense then but no longer now. Just because no cancer
was found in the surrounding lymph nodes is no reason to not undergo chemo. But
doctors have their viewpoints, and they most often prevail.
At times, I
am struck by the surrealism that surrounds illness. It just seems so unreal at
times and impossible to deal with, whereas at other times I am more inured to
the idea of illness. I have a long relationship with illness; my father had his
first heart attack when I was twelve years old, his second when I was twenty-one,
his first stroke when I was in my mid-twenties, and the stroke that took his
life when I was twenty-nine. I remember growing up worrying that my father
could die at any time. I know he worried about the same thing because he told
me that and so many other things on our walks together during summer evenings
when I was a teenager. He had a wife and three children to consider in addition
to the fear that he might die young. He was sixty-seven when he died, and that
is young. When you are a child, you are perhaps somewhat more protected
psychologically than you are when you are older and a loved one gets sick and
dies. When I was twelve, I remember that my father was home on sick leave, that
he watched TV and soap operas with us, and that he read a lot. It was enjoyable
to have him home and available to us. When I was in my twenties, I understood
more of what chronic illness can do to the afflicted person as well as to his
or her family. The stress associated with worrying about a loved one affects
the lives of those around him or her. Love becomes tightly connected with
sorrow and the preparation for loss. Our teenage years were not carefree or
sorrow-free.
I have
learned to live with hopeful optimism and an objective realism where major
illness is concerned. They co-exist within me, side by side, without battling
each other for dominance. I pray for miracles at the same time that I know that
there aren’t many of them. I’m aware of the statistics; I’m a cancer
researcher, I know the odds associated with major illnesses, not just cancer. But I pray anyway for both of my friends. I also
pray for the strength to be a good and supportive friend in the years ahead. It
scares me to think that I won’t know what to do, how to be, or what to say. But
then I remember my father, and how the most important thing was just to love
each other. In the end, it comes down to that. Make the most of the time you
have together. Create good memories. Life is short; for some of us, it is
shorter, but all of us will face the day when we must leave this earth for
good. That’s a thought that is always with me, since I was a child.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Third-graders and their questions about science
A few posts
ago, I talked about the third-graders at a Long Island grammar school who had
written letters to me asking me about my work and life as a scientist. I received
sixteen hand-printed letters in the mail right before Easter vacation, and read
through them all. Their teacher (my good friend) helped them formulate some of
the questions. Many of them were insightful, many were cute, a few were out
there, but all of them were indicative of a group of youngsters who are
thinking about their daily life and surroundings. That is a good thing and
should be encouraged at all costs, especially if we want the younger generation
to choose science and math when they get to high school and college.
Here are
some of their questions that I am busy answering these days:
1. What do I know about cancer and are
we coming close to a cure?
2. How is my research on cancer going?
3. What would I do to stop cancer?
4. Do I know the cure for cancer?
5. Do a lot of unhealthy foods give you
cancer?
6. Did any members of my family get
cancer?
7. Do I like to study cancer?
8. Do I study just cancer?
9. Does a cell get destroyed from
cancer?
10. How many kinds of cancer are there?
11. Will a sickness go away if you take
care of it by yourself?
12. What have I researched in the past
and what am I researching now?
13. Is it hard work to be a scientist?
14. Do I have any helpers in the lab?
15. How did I become a researcher?
16. What does a research biologist do?
17. Do I have my own cool lab?
18. Is it fun to be a scientist?
19. How come I am not writing a book
about science, and have I written science
books or regular books?
20. Is Norway a hot place to live?
21. How is it to live in Norway?
22. How are the fjords in Norway?
23. Have I ever studied the human heart?
24. Do all rabbits eat grass only?
25. Is it ok to eat the bananas that
have brown dots on them and that the fruit flies fly around?
26. Do I make potions?
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