I’ll always remember the day. On July 16, 2010, I was sitting alone in my doctor’s office, waiting for the results of a recent colonoscopy. When they finally came, the attending nurse couldn’t even make eye contact with me. The gastrologist had found a tumor in my colon, and he scheduled a CAT scan and PET scan to check if my cancer had spread beyond my colon. In a matter of days, I was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer with three metastases in my liver. I was only 46 years old.
My first oncologist set me up with chemotherapy treatment, and I responded very well. After only six treatments I underwent a colon/liver resection, and after surgery, I reached NED status (NO evidence of disease). As of November 2011, my scans were clear. However, despite the promising news, I wasn’t out of the woods yet.
By November 11th, exactly one year after my first liver resection, I had a recurrence. The news was demoralizing.Read more
The midterm elections are over, finally! While Democrats managed to regain leadership of the House, Republicans picked up three seats in the Senate – effectively solidifying their control of the upper chamber.
In a polarized climate, a “two-party” Congress will almost certainly be accompanied by political foot-dragging for the next two years, making substantive legislative action more difficult. This is why we want the Senate to repeal the medical device tax THIS year.Read more
This past January, I received a diagnosis that would change my life forever. I learned I had Stage III colorectal cancer that would require surgery and several rounds of chemotherapy. Thankfully, I had an excellent team of doctors looking after me and now, almost a year later, I’m thrilled to say that my cancer is well on its way into remission.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t my first run-in with cancer. Twenty-five years ago, I tested positive for the BCRA-2 gene which means that I am at high risk of developing breast and ovarian cancer. After years of routine screening mammograms and blood tests, I decided to get a preventative mastectomy.
While I may not have had the best luck when it comes to cancer, I feel fortunate to have had access to the latest in diagnostic screening. From mammograms to blood tests and ultrasounds to colonoscopies, I’ve had them all.Read more
In 2008, I got news that would change my life forever. After suffering from a nagging cough for years, I woke up one morning coughing up blood. Concerned, I went to my doctor and got an x-ray, but everything appeared normal. Thankfully, my doctor then ordered a follow-up bronchoscopy and was able to see a tumor had formed behind my heart. The diagnosis was one no one wants to hear, lung cancer.
After the initial shock of the diagnosis, I decided to take control of my care and began speaking with other patients with similar diagnoses to learn from their experiences.
During surgery, they found my tumor inoperable, but luckily, I was able to join a clinical trial and underwent months of chemotherapy and then radiation therapy. The treatment was intense but worth it when my doctor told me it was also successful, and there was no longer any evidence of disease.Read more
Surging healthcare costs. Cuts to healthcare innovation. Uncertainty as politicians play chicken with our economy.
The President has stated that the goal of the proposed China tariffs is to protect the interests of working men and women, but imposing these tariffs on medical imaging equipment will have the opposite effect.Read more
By Victor Murray
The commitment to protect the health of other people has guided my career for decades, whether training Air Force pilots to avoid hypoxia or NASA astronauts to survive in pressurized space capsules. That commitment also led me to earn a Master’s degree in public health from UT.
With that background, I could hardly ignore the need to protect my own health.
So when I was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2017, I knew I’d have to take steps to stay well for the long-term – not only to continue my work as a safety engineer at NASA, but also to keep playing golf with my buddies on courses from Scotland to Palm Springs. In hindsight, that advice may have saved my life because, as I eventually learned, African-American men like me are more than twice as likely to die from prostate cancer as Caucasian men.Read more