Efforts to detect early cancers are proving successful at the Oregon Health & Science University's Knight Cancer Institute.
New research suggests they may sit in the body for as long as a decade before becoming life-threatening.
The plant that adds flavor, color and bitterness to beer also produces a primary compound that thwarts cancer cells, and two important derivatives of the compound do as well, new research at Oregon State University shows.
When Kristen Kilmer was diagnosed with incurable breast cancer at age 38, her first thought was of her 8-year-old daughter. Kilmer had lost her own mother as a teenager and was determined to get more time with her only child.
A widely anticipated study has concluded that neither vitamin D nor fish oil supplements prevent cancer or serious heart-related problems in healthy older people, according to research presented Saturday at the American Heart Association Scientific Sessions.
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Summerville, Oregon — Trish Yerges was diagnosed with two types of cancer last year. That was bad, but her circumstances were much worse: The area where she lives in rural Union County in the northeastern part of the state lacks cancer specialists.
Survival rates for cancer depend on where you live — at least partially.
Urban patients tend to do better than rural patients. Researchers have long tried to figure out how that divide happens in the first place.
Patients whose blood cancers have failed to respond to repeated rounds of chemotherapy may be candidates for a new type of gene therapy that could send their cancers into remission for years.
The rising cost of cancer care, with new drugs priced at $100,000 or more a year, worries policymakers and analysts concerned about the high healthcare bill in the United States.
Earth, wind, sky, clouds, rocks
If you will.
This body — no longer young
Not quite old.
From the Earth we come, (capital E)
To the Earth we’ll return.
When Lynn Scozzari wrote the beginning lines of that poem, “The Offering,” in 2013, she was staring at a photo of a naked woman seated on a rock, her arms thrust open to a valley below. Scozzari herself was in a conference room of the cancer center at Scripps Green Hospital in La Jolla, Calif., seated at a table stocked with coffee and tissues.