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Research has shown that many forms of dementia -- and neurodegenerative diseases such as ALS and Huntington's -- share some
I had a scary moment around a health issue recently, not something I've ever been concerned about before. I woke up one morning with excruciating pain in my back to the extent I couldn't function. I called my doctor who recommended a spine specialist and wrote a prescription for painkillers.
MRIs provide critical early diagnosis of potentially life-threatening injuries, yet their size and cost make them difficult to deploy to hard-to-reach places.
Prostate-specific antigen (PSA)-based screening for prostate cancer has long been controversial. With guidelines changing on a regular basis and experts disagreeing over its use, determining whether or not to get tested can be confusing. Arming yourself with a better understanding of the issues can guide your decision-making process.
(Needless to say, the humans involved in the experiment weren't too thrilled with the whole don't-bathe-swab-your-armpit
No, this isn't a story about the tragedy of Alzheimer's Disease, it's about your own memories being used as evidence against you in a court of law. Science fiction? I thought so, but not anymore.
When I was 13, I was kicked in the solar plexus during karate class. The sensei came over to me and explained to me that I had "gotten the wind knocked out of me." And he was right. Quite literally, in fact. I couldn't breathe. Hearing that your son has a brain tumor knocks the wind out of you in a completely different way.
Many writers are opposed to writing for free, and I don't blame them. But, sometimes a silly blog submitted on a prominent site can result in unexpected income. Some writers will scoff at the lack of literary value of my humorous blogs. But for now, I'll just walk to the bank, farting all the way.
My husband was inspired: "The mask is part of your spacesuit!" he told Andrew. "You need to breathe different air because you are going to a different atmosphere!" He told him that the MRI machine was a rocket ship, and he would be traveling to different planets.
I wish we'd never known each other. I wish this was a journey you'd never had to embark on. I'm still new to this journey. We've only been on it for four months. I just want you to know you are strong.
The new Forbes 30 Under 30 Edition will be out in January 2015. For last year's 30 Under 30 Issue, former Forbes coverboy
I share this true but pathetic story to commiserate with other tortured souls who relentlessly endure and survive extreme humiliation. We're a group of accident-prone fools who regularly trigger embarrassing situations that would permanently traumatize a normal person.
Most of you probably go for annual mammograms, but currently the experts disagree as to when and how often you should take pictures of your breast friends.
The California legislature passed a law requiring that women who have screening mammograms be informed if they have dense breast tissue. This information is given to raise your awareness and to discuss with your doctor.
It was knowing my risks and being vigilant that saved me from the spread of breast cancer, saved me from extensive treatments and saved my life.
When my cousin Karen was diagnosed with breast cancer, she approached it with a skier's mentality. She knew it would be an uphill battle with bumps along the way. And, although downhill is a good thing to a skier, she looked forward to the next pinnacle in her life.
In October 2013, my company produced a panel discussion for the David Lynch Foundation to encourage women to meditate and
Have you ever been anxious about undergoing a stressful medical procedure such as a mammogram or MRI scan, or something even
As a medical social worker, I have witnessed both in my patients and clients. I saw my parents take a downhill slide as they aged, even though they did so with grace. I have a difficult time allowing myself to be taken care of, since my role has long been that of caregiver. As I face my fears, they become less fierce.
It was loud. And tight. His sobbing eyes locked onto mine for six minutes as I lay over him and tried to smile. I told him everything was going to be OK.