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!

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Virtual visit with my dad's neurosurgeon

Because I am a curious person (and have learned that my dad is also a curious person), I asked the doctor if it was a good idea to get a biopsy of the tumor. The surgeon said that they could do a biopsy, but other than satisfying our curiosity, what good would it do? It might do more damage to him than good. And while we are curious, we should weigh our options on what matters most... Which to me (and hopefully to my dad) means quality of life.

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So now my dad has brain cancer, too

it has taken me two full weeks to complete this blog post because I am (still) conflicted about how honest I should be about a man who was recently diagnosed with brain cancer. It is my longstanding policy to be honest in all things here, on my piece of the Internet, but I feel guilty outing a man for his crappy behavior when a terminal diagnosis is involved.

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David, Part 2: The best thing I ever did in my life

A few hours after I learned David had started hospice I woke up in the middle of the night with an incredible urge: I had to see him. I didn't want to be a burden, and I felt like I was crazy, but I had to do it. Our last goodbye was not right at all, and I couldn't let our friendship exist on the one-dimensional plain of "we both have brain cancer." I wanted to know who he was as a person, outside of the disease.

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