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Tuesday, Jun 5, 2007 10:34 AM UTC2007-06-05T10:34:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Scum-sucking epicure

I'm secretly addicted to spirulina. It tastes mossy, costs a fortune and makes my lips green, but this highbrow pond scum may turn out to be a wonder algae.

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Spirulina are free-floating filamentous cyanobacteria characterized by cylindrical, multicellular trichomes in an open left-hand helix that occur in tropical and subtropical bodies of water with a high pH and concentrations of carbonate.

In other words: pond scum. And I’m addicted.

Nights, I often disappear into my basement with a double-bagged inch or two. I handle it as if it were plutonium, because as foods go, spirulina — the food product, a singular noun — is outrageously expensive ($56 a pound at my local Whole Foods, on the odd days it’s actually in stock) and because it stains anything it touches a dark, wet-looking green. This is why I eat it only in our dank downstairs family room with its scatter of cat toys, old computer equipment, and castoff furniture.

After I’ve had my fill, two or three teaspoons at most, I very carefully rewrap what’s left and take it upstairs to the kitchen where my children are at the table doing homework and my husband is making tea. He kisses me and uses a paper napkin to dab a smudge from my chin. When I go into the bathroom to wash myself properly, I see in the mirror that my lips are outlined in Gothic midnight jade. But my skin, normally wan and delicate, has an almost rosy glow. And my eyes shine.

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Ann Bauer is a regular contributor to Salon and co-author of the recently released "Damn Good Food: 157 Recipes from Hell's Kitchen".   More Ann Bauer

Wednesday, Feb 1, 2012 7:40 PM UTC2012-02-01T19:40:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Komen for the Cure sells out women, again

The pink-ribbon charity, with a Sarah Palin ally as senior policy director, turns its back on Planned Parenthood

Karen Handel and Sarah Palin in August, 2010.

Karen Handel and Sarah Palin in August, 2010.  (Credit: AP/John Bazemore)

First, the good: Since its founding 30 years ago, Susan G. Komen for the Cure has put over a billion dollars toward research, screening and awareness in the name of eradicating breast cancer. It’s certainly no coincidence that in that same span of time, breast cancer rates have declined sharply, and what was once a devastating diagnosis is now, for many, a treatable condition.

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Tuesday, Jan 31, 2012 8:00 PM UTC2012-01-31T20:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

“I have your results”

Three months into a draining clinical trial, the doctor called with news. Was it working -- or not?

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I had just settled into a chair for my regular Tuesday night cancer support group when I got the call. An unfamiliar number. A split second of wondering whether or not to answer. And then my doctor, calling from his own phone to say, “I have your results.”

People with metastatic, Stage 4 melanoma rarely get happy endings. They usually just get endings. The odds of surviving five years once the cancer has spread into your lungs and bloodstream are generally ballparked at around 10 percent. So when I entered a Phase I immunotherapy clinical trial in October, I knew the whole enterprise had the pungent aroma of Last Ditch. My doctors said brightly that my relative youth and good health made me “an ideal candidate.” They said that the drug combination I’d be on – the newly approved Ipilimumab and the experimental, sexily named MDX-1106 – were highly “promising.” And because it was a trial, Bristol-Myers Squibb would essentially foot the bill. They had also just told me that the malignant cancer I had surgery for in 2010 had broken off; there was now a tumor in my lung and another one under the flesh of my back. In the stark absence of other options, I signed a 27-page consent form alerting me to potential side effects from diarrhea to hepatitis and even death. And with that, I started on a protocol that I hoped wouldn’t kill me before the cancer did.

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Tuesday, Jan 24, 2012 10:56 PM UTC2012-01-24T22:56:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Losing my husband, 140 characters at a time

After Kevin got cancer, all my rage and isolation went onto Twitter. Was I embarrassing myself, or rescuing myself?

Losing my hubsand 140 characters at a time

There was a time when I kept private journals, chronicling stories of time with my husband as if words could nail down a life and build strong, warm walls around us. That was before cancer. A kind you’ve hopefully never heard of, a sure, slow killer. Once we’d slogged through a couple of years there, I logged into Twitter and didn’t grapple with whether or why. Rather than holding us together now, I was a spectacle of flying apart. Twitter unleashed my inner ranting-woman-on-the-subway. You know the one — no inhibitions, breaking the code of civilized silence.

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Lee Ann Cox is a writer whose work has appeared in the New York Times and other national publications. She is working on a memoir weaving her Tweets and excerpts from Card Blue, her late husband’s blog, into a tale of love and cancer, online and off.  More Lee Ann Cox

Friday, Jan 13, 2012 5:15 PM UTC2012-01-13T17:15:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Why Barbie should go bald

A campaign for a chemo-themed doll catches fire

do we need a bald barbie?

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She’s the perfect woman. Million-dollar smile, massive gazongas, an insane resume that includes stints as an astronaut and a mermaid. Even when she goes a little edgy, she’s still flawless. And it’s that perfection that’s made her, for over 50 years, an idol to little girls everywhere. So what if  Barbie was to get a makeover unlike any of the thousands she’s had in the past? What if were Barbie were to lose her iconic glossy tresses?

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Thursday, Dec 29, 2011 1:00 AM UTC2011-12-29T01:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

The post-surgery secret your doctors won’t share

The very operations that save your life leave psychological scars that can be very slow to heal

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We stood together in the bedroom, he and I. It was a week after the operation, and it was time for the bandages to come off. He gently peeled off the first one, under my left breast, where the surgeon had gone in and excised a small tumor from my lung. He peeled off the second one, where the camera that had found the tumor had gone in. He peeled off the final one, where the drain had been. When he was finished, I turned to look at myself in the mirror, at the triangle of wounds around my chest, and started to cry. “I’m angry,” he said. “I’m angry they did this to you.” And so was I.

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