One malignancy is skyrocketing among young men. Are you at risk?
July 13, 2006 (Press Release) --
Chemo Academy
In July 2004, a few weeks after he learned he had Level 2 melanoma, Chris Dale submitted to the scalpel again. His dermatologist had previously removed the surface layers of his mole, but now that they knew it was malignant, a surgeon would cut deep into Chris's scalp and try to slice out every trace of the tumor before it spread.
"I'm going to beat this," Chris said, and he wasn't just being defiant. He was young, and the disease had been caught when it was only a few layers deep. Plus, Chris was taking all the right steps, no matter how painful. He was scheduled to begin training as a corrections officer that autumn, but he decided to start chemo right away, even though it meant he'd be nauseated and exhausted.
Chris injected the drugs at night, hoping to sleep off the effects, but he still had to stagger through many days at the academy. Somehow, he fought through; he became one of the top marksmen in his class and was appointed squad leader. And, come October 2004, he received an even better reward: A CT scan showed that his body was tumor-free. Thrilled, Chris and his fiancée, Mandy, began planning their wedding. They'd have it next fall, they decided, after he graduated from the corrections academy and began full-time work with the sheriff's office. "You never saw a guy with a bigger Howdy Doody grin," one of his instructors recalled.
About that time, up in New York, John Flanagan was making a second visit to his dermatologist. Again, the doctor insisted that John needed to have his sun spot analyzed, but there was something he just couldn't make the doctor understand: John always spent Christmas on St. Bart's. Seriously, how could he go walking around one of the world's toniest island resorts with some thuggish-looking bandage on his face?
Besides, the spot didn't look any worse, so what was the hurry? He'd deal with it when he got back.
Source: http://health.msn.com/
In July 2004, a few weeks after he learned he had Level 2 melanoma, Chris Dale submitted to the scalpel again. His dermatologist had previously removed the surface layers of his mole, but now that they knew it was malignant, a surgeon would cut deep into Chris's scalp and try to slice out every trace of the tumor before it spread.
"I'm going to beat this," Chris said, and he wasn't just being defiant. He was young, and the disease had been caught when it was only a few layers deep. Plus, Chris was taking all the right steps, no matter how painful. He was scheduled to begin training as a corrections officer that autumn, but he decided to start chemo right away, even though it meant he'd be nauseated and exhausted.
Chris injected the drugs at night, hoping to sleep off the effects, but he still had to stagger through many days at the academy. Somehow, he fought through; he became one of the top marksmen in his class and was appointed squad leader. And, come October 2004, he received an even better reward: A CT scan showed that his body was tumor-free. Thrilled, Chris and his fiancée, Mandy, began planning their wedding. They'd have it next fall, they decided, after he graduated from the corrections academy and began full-time work with the sheriff's office. "You never saw a guy with a bigger Howdy Doody grin," one of his instructors recalled.
About that time, up in New York, John Flanagan was making a second visit to his dermatologist. Again, the doctor insisted that John needed to have his sun spot analyzed, but there was something he just couldn't make the doctor understand: John always spent Christmas on St. Bart's. Seriously, how could he go walking around one of the world's toniest island resorts with some thuggish-looking bandage on his face?
Besides, the spot didn't look any worse, so what was the hurry? He'd deal with it when he got back.
Source: http://health.msn.com/
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