As an oncologist, I have spent my career learning how to break bad news. I am still not entirely sure how to tell my children about the tumor in my pancreas, why I will be gone from our home next week for a Whipple operation, or my excuse for abstaining from wrestling matches for the foreseeable future.
I am blessed with two kids, temperamentally diametric: a careful, sagacious nine-year-old daughter and …
I’ve known that I’ve had tumors in my pancreas since 2009. Until now I’ve done nothing about them.
This might sound like a counter-intuitive, even foolhardy strategy, especially for an oncologist, who should surely know better than to let his disease gain an advantage through his own inaction. But I don’t have the “usual” type of pancreatic cancer, the kind that claimed the life of Patrick Swayze and has sentenced many …
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