I recently sat down with Briana for an in-depth interview, a plan we masterfully crafted through Twitter. We Skyped, as Briana was still in the hospital with a weak immune system--one week prior, on March 17th, she had had her second bone marrow transplant.
Asterisks aside, no one on my medical team seems disappointed by the PET results. In the eyes of many, I am in remission. I will learn to accept this as good news. I'll continue to believe that I'm on the cusp of complete remission.
His saga began innocently enough two years ago when his parents, Kristina and Andrew, noticed a few red flags. Rylan was having a hard time keeping up with his baseball teammates. He didn't seem to be growing much, either.
Our float's central image, two intertwined hearts, will stand above us: a beacon of what is good and hopeful about humanity. We begin again, as we must, standing strong against pain, loss and resignation.
One morning, two of my doctors had just finished evaluating me. They had left the room and routinely sat down at their computer stations to type their medical notes. I could easily hear their conversation. I heard one doctor say to the other, "Oh well, he brought it upon himself."
Neil Millman wanted to give me some pointers about what was ahead of me. As I walked into his hospice room, I knew it could just as easily have been my room. The cancer that is attacking his body is the result of taking drugs for years that kept his transplanted kidney alive.
Why -- when we are faced with the possibility of losing our life or the life of a loved one -- do we also have to fight with an insurance company which is there to take care of our medical needs in the first place?
Late last night, Senate Republicans derailed a bill, passed the day before by the House, to loan $15 billion to the Detroit Three, with 10 Republicans joining 40 Democrats and two Independents in favor.