Last week a friend of mine messaged me, asking how I was. I had just had some tests and another treatment for my third recurrence of cancer and he wanted to check in.
I’d met my friend when we were both serving on a public affairs steering committee, affiliated with the National Cancer Institute. I was working at the Indiana University School of Medicine and he was at the City of Hope Hospital in Southern California. During the time we served together, I developed breast cancer for the second time, in 2008, after a 25-year hiatus from my first diagnosis. Four years later, my breast cancer metastasized and I began an innovative treatment path that included proton therapy to my skull, followed by monthly injections to prevent the cancer from forming in my other bones and organs.