As I round chemo corner, half-way through my treatments, I’m running as fast as I can to stay slightly ahead of the side effects. Breathing hard and stumbling on weary legs, I keep seeing these beautiful women, half my size, just ahead of me, wearing their head-scarves, adjusting to life with cancer
When my temperature hit triple digits and was still rising, I was admitted to Bon Secours St. Francis Hospital and was glad to be there. Illness is no fun no matter who or where you are, but even the stubborn among us know when it’s time to put our lives in the hands of excellence.
Ken Burger is rarely short on words. Well-known author and former Post and Courier columnist, Burger has been a prominent voice in the Lowcountry for decades, but on Thursday, May 21, when the Roper St. Francis Foundation and Cancer Center leaders dedicated a consultation room in his honor, he was nearly speechless.
When it comes to cancer, the doctor-patient relationship is a lifelong commitment, and that means your life, not theirs. When a patient has been through five or six treatments in the sword fight against a progressive disease, the wear and tear can be debilitating.
Seven years into my journey with prostate cancer my oncologist walked into the examination room and said, “Ken, treatment for prostate cancer has changed.” Really? When?
Cancer patients are accustomed to the roller coaster ride known as treatment. One day you’re up, the next you’re down. We have, therefore, come to take all news — good and bad — with the proverbial grain of salt. This week I got good news.
Cancer can be an inconvenient conversation. People want to know how you’re doing, but they might not be ready for all the gory details. It’s like driving by a bad accident on the highway. You can’t help but look but hope you don’t see anything ugly.