Patient & Researcher Blog
Here I aim to capture what I am learning as a newbie researcher from a patient perspective.
Living with a slow growing brain cancer
It is taboo for researchers to talk about their work before it is published.
I think that’s a bummer.
My favorite part about research is learning new things in real time. Here I share my observations as a learner and my n of 1 (personal) findings as a patient.
Note: I started blogging about brain cancer in 2008, at age 29.
I had no background or knowledge about healthcare when I began. Please excuse typos and other misconceptions. What you read here is me in real time, like a time capsule.
There are more than 500 posts here. Use this search to look for something specific. Good luck!
Pushed out of the nest: Leaving Kaiser for a PPO
Changing health insurance can be scary, but especially for people with pre-existing conditions, and those who are medically complex and “expensive.”
Baseball: the ultimate cancer therapy
Whenever Tim Lincecum struck out a batter, Buster Posey hit a home run, or Pablo Sandoval wore his hat sideways during a rally, I felt like I was part of something greater than myself. I became one of hundreds of thousands of fans in orange and black who leave their hearts in San Francisco.
Should a 32-year-old with brain cancer save for retirement?
Should one save for retirement when they have an incurable form of cancer with a high mortality rate?
Talking about median survival time with friends
My friend's reaction reminded me that most people don't know the scope of my diagnosis. I think it is best to keep the details here, on this blog. It is a positive thing for people to be proud of their friend Liz, a "brain cancer survivor."
Not dying from cancer: the ultimate imposter syndrome
My friends celebrate the end of my treatment like I'm some sort of badass. I feel like a fraud because I didn't really do anything. I was a participant in the process.
That feeling when your radiologist and oncologist disagree…
He seemed freaked out. I could tell by the look in his face. He felt compelled to hug me and let me know that "a lot of people are thinking about you, and care about you. Be strong."
That one time I put my blood in my refrigerator so I could participate in research
I am so used to this life it does not freak me out anymore.
What is family?
Upon hearing the news and finding out that I had a "mass" in my brain, my best friend called her dad. He was in town the next day--asking the important medical questions, demanding answers, advocating on my behalf (because I was too out of it to know what was going on).