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David Casarett, M.D.Doctor, Author
Posted: March 16, 2010 08:52 AM
Cancer is a serious, life-threatening illness that kills more than half a million people every year in the U.S. alone. But you'd never know that if you get most of your information from newspapers and magazines. This is the surprising result of a study that was published this week in the Archives of Internal Medicine.
A group of researchers (of which I was one) examined more than 400 articles about cancer and cancer treatment that appeared in publications with a national and international readership. We looked in magazines like People, Time, and Newsweek, as well as in newspapers like the Chicago Tribune and the New York Times. And what we found surprised us.
For instance, we discovered that although 95 percent reported exclusively on aggressive treatments like chemotherapy, radiation therapy and bone marrow transplants, only 13 percent mentioned that those aggressive treatments can fail. Moreover, less than a third mentioned the adverse effects--like nausea, hair loss, immune suppression, and fatigue--that these treatments can cause.
These results are disappointing, because it's clear that these articles aren't providing readers with the information they need. Imagine if you, or someone you love, have cancer. Now imagine that you're reading one of these articles, looking for advice and guidance about the side effects of treatment. Maybe you want to know if a problem or a symptom is normal. Or maybe you want a sense of what other problems might be lurking around the corner. You're not going to get that information from the articles that we found.
Of course, it's not such a terrible thing if we can't find what we need about cancer in newspapers and magazines. These are just one source of information that's available to us. If we don't find what we're looking for in one of these articles, we can look somewhere else.
That's why the real problem with these articles is not the information that's missing from them, but rather the biased picture that they give of what it's like to have cancer.
For instance, only one percent of these articles focused on palliative interventions like hospice that can improve the quality of life of people with incurable cancer. That's a serious omission because it suggests to readers that these symptoms can't be managed. But that's simply not true. Although cancer may be impossible to cure, pain can always be treated. That's what I tell my patients, and that's what these articles should be telling the public, but they're not.
The most worrisome thing we found in these articles, though, was the way that they carefully avoid mentioning death and dying. In fact, only eight percent mentioned the possibility that people die of their cancer. And of the more than 200 individual patients who were described in these articles, about 80 percent were reported to have survived. That message is unfortunate, because although cure rates are this high for a few cancers, the prognosis for most is much worse.
What's the message that these results offer readers? It's clear: People don't die of cancer. But of course they do. Every day.
Perhaps this bias shouldn't be surprising. It's just one face of the media's hype around hope. We're all scared of getting cancer, and of course we're scared of dying. So these articles play to this fear by reassuring us that there are treatments that work, and that there are cures that are effective. That is, they tell us what we want to hear.
It's unlikely that message is going to change any time soon. People want hope, and newspapers and magazines need to give their readers what they want. That's particularly true today, in this era of shrinking circulations and online competition. So we shouldn't expect a more honest portrayal of cancer anytime soon.
Nevertheless, the future isn't entirely bleak, because we have access to a wide range of other sources of information that can offer a more honest view of what it's like to live (and die) with serious illnesses like cancer. For instance, people are turning to social networking sites like Facebook to stay in touch with friends and family members who are struggling with serious illness. In fact, some sites like CarePages are designed specifically for this purpose. Those sites provide a wealth of facts and feelings and beliefs, raw and unfiltered.
And blogs, of course, are becoming a widely available source of genuine perspectives of real people. Honest, direct, and passionate, many blogs tell it like it is. Like the wonderful blog of Eva Markvoort, a young woman dying of Cystic Fibrosis, who shares what she learns from each day that she has left.
Eva's blog, and many others like it, carry messages of hope, of course. In that regard they're not so different than what we'd get from the New York Times. They tell us what we want to hear.
But they also don't shy away from the realities that people with serious illnesses like cancer face every day. They tell us not only about the good days, but about the bad days, too. They're not just about hope, but also about despair. That is, they're telling us not just what we want to hear, but also what we need to hear.
Giving severely injured ICU patients a bath using antiseptic-soaked washcloths reduced their risk of catheter-related infections, ventilator-associated pneumonia, MRSA and other super-bug infections. Harborview Medical Center in Seattle uses the baths for all ICU patients and saw the number of MRSA infections per 1,000 patients drop from 20 to 7.6. Reuters (3/15)
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Если я не ошибаюсь, то на первой фотографии магазин, в котором бы у меня в зобу спёрло дыхание, а жаба выросла до неимоверных размеров и придушила до смерти.
Уважаемый Ксенопус (в миру Алексей) лично и письменно дал добро на скачать и опубликовать его работы в виде галереи. Я промотала его блог на четыре года назад и собрала всё, до чего дотянулась.
Не скачала замечательное: АЗБУКУ, которая прекрасна. Хочется попросить автора разрешить скачать и её тоже. Только я потеряла ссылку... :(( Блин, дура я склеротичная! :(( И ещё хочу просить художника позволить мне сделать аватарки из его рисунков для раздачи людям. А вдруг он позволит? Надежда умирает последней.
( MORE kitties this way: )
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i haven't stood up except to transfer to the commode. i can sit up easily cross legged to play cards, beating everyone who dares to play with me. they say me on drugs equals them with normal card playing abiility....and yet i continue to kick ass....
i still need someone with me at all times. my core team has been vigilant with this one and my mother in particular has been with me almost 24/7. it's an interesting way to get to know your mother. i am so grateful for our quiet times together. we spend a lot of time cuddling and focusing our positive energy and stretching my aching unused limbs
since posting that video a month ago on youtube....
there have been three close calls- each one a little worse then the last.
the most recent one - i had an allergic reaction to a bronchial dilating nebulizer... two minutes of breathing in this medication and i felt like i couldn't breathe. i quickly went from feeling like i couldn't breathe to actually NOT being able to breathe. my smaller airways had swollen and no air was getting through. the head nurse rushed in and tried to keep me conscious as the lack of oxygen was causing me to pass out. once the highest ranking doctor was in the room she assessed the situation and had ventilin (even though i react extra shakily to it) given to me. she thought it was too late as i was barely breathing and was in a non responsive state.
my family didn't stop.
they did exactly what i asked them to.
i had told them that if this were ever to happen that i am not ready yet. there may come a day but that day is not just yet. i want them to help me fight! my mum kept yelling and my brother sitting close talking loudly into my ear and holding my hand,
"don't give up eva! keep looking at me! come on you can do it...this is not your time!.. one more breath! come on eva! i love you!". for the next hour the doctors walked the balance between keeping me un-distressed (whenever i regained consciousness my lack of oxygen caused me a great amount of anxiety so i would begin to physically fight...not useful at this point in the game!) and breathing. they had to give meds to keep me sedated as i wouldn't stop fighting.
i can write about this now that time has passed and i am breathing a little easier but even a day after this event i had a tough time talking about it let alone writing it out for the world to share. my doctor told me that in 23 years of medical practice she had never seen someone recover from that state, from that much respiratory distress.
that happens and then your friends call the next day and ask how was the night? did you watch the hockey game?
it's so strange. this is my reality.
and then there are days devoted to nausea.
devoted.
ups and down. lights, no lights. chatting, silence.
puking
puking
puking
gravol
sleep
sleep
sleep
and there is a certain calmness in that sleep. to cuddle with my friends. to curl up with my family.

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A lady is smarter than a gentleman, maybe, she can sew a fine seam, she can have a baby, she can use her intuition instead of her brain, but she can't fold a paper in a crowded train.
Getting along with men isn't what's truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with a man, one man.
Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.
In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.
Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.
Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.
Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!
Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.
Seventy is wormwood, Seventy is gall; But it's better to be seventy, Than not alive at all.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
Those wearing tolerance for a label call other views intolerable.
When blithe to argument I come, Though armed with facts, and merry, May Providence protect me from The fool as adversary, Whose mind to him a kingdom is Where reason lacks dominion, Who calls conviction prejudice And prejudice opinion.
Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.
(Phyllis McGinley)
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Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still, and said "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Ode
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim:
Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning Earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
'The Hand that made us is Divine.'
Joseph Addison
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Художник Эмиль Мунье
Эмиль Мунье – французский художник, родился 2 июня 1840 г. в Париже. Эмиль Мунье был сторонником академических идеалов в живописи и последователем Вильяма Адольфа Бугеро (William Bouguereau), чей талант стал одним из важных факторов вдохновения для молодого Мунье.Игра с младенцем

( Several more family scenes with children and cats :) )
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The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.
The barn opposed across the way,
That would have joined the house in flame
Had it been the will of the wind, was left
To bear forsaken the place's name.
No more it opened with all one end
For teams that came by the stony road
To drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs
And brush the mow with the summer load.
The birds that came to it through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.
Yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,
And the aged elm, though touched with fire;
And the dry pump flung up an awkward arm;
And the fence post carried a strand of wire.
For them there was really nothing sad.
But though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,
One had to be versed in country things
Not to believe the phoebes wept.
Robert Frost
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