Lifelines / The Voice Of Cancer Survival

In late March of 2003, I was lying in a large, cavernous chemo room in Michigan. As 10 million units of interferon coursed into me, I could feel myself going into the abyss. Even though I was in this dream state, I can remember my oncologist whispering in my ear,...

Becoming Your Own Advocate – Don’t Be Complacent!

From day one, when I got hit with the devastating news, I knew the only way I would survive would be to use an integrative, personalized approach. My situation was dire and the prognosis was grim. At the time of my diagnosis, there were only 125 other patients around...