
The Case of the Spiculated Tumor
Just as I was preparing to post this long delayed cartoon, I learned that my cancer was active again. I will no doubt have another
Just as I was preparing to post this long delayed cartoon, I learned that my cancer was active again. I will no doubt have another
The oncologist does not mince words when delivering the scan report. Good news (“Good Pet”) or bad, it’s the facts minus emotion. December 2016 brought
Old-age friendships are slightly different from those made in the past, which consisted largely of sharing whatever happened to be going on. What happens to
“Immunotherapy Drug Fails Lung Cancer Trial.” Naturally the headline caught my eye since I have been reading about lung cancer since my husband was diagnosed
“Scanxiety,” a coinage not of my making (I wish!) but that makes the point efficiently, is an attempt to represent the limbo I described in
Today I found myself purging the files from the research I did for What They Saved. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,
Readers of the London Review of Books will know that Jenny Diski has been writing diary posts about her cancer for over a year. In
I don’t love Facebook, even though I’ve used it, abjectly, to promote my last book. Beyond the obvious embarrassment of self-exposure, the most anxiety-producing feature
After a series of stable scans, and almost 4 years of monthly chemo, last week my cancer treatment was abruptly cancelled. No doctors, nurses, blood
I can’t have been the only viewer of the U.S. Open women’s final, who teared up at the sight of the two competitors, Roberta and
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.