The Last Lecture
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Last</strong> <strong>Lecture</strong><br />
12<br />
<strong>The</strong> Park Is Open Until 8 p.m.<br />
M Y MEDICAL odyssey began in the summer of 2006, when I first felt<br />
slight, unexplained pain in my upper abdomen. Later, jaundice set in,<br />
and my doctors suspected I had hepatitis. That turned out to be wishful<br />
thinking. CT scans revealed I had pancreatic cancer, and it would take<br />
me just ten seconds on Google to discover how bad this news was.<br />
Pancreatic cancer has the highest mortality rate of any cancer; half of<br />
those diagnosed with it die within six months, and 96 percent die within<br />
five years.<br />
I approached my treatment like I approach so many things, as a<br />
scientist. And so I asked lots of data-seeking questions, and found myself<br />
hypothesizing along with my doctors. I made audio tapes of my<br />
conversations with them, so I could listen more closely to their<br />
explanations at home. I’d find obscure journal articles and bring them<br />
with me to appointments. Doctors didn’t seem to be put off by me. In<br />
fact, most thought I was a fun patient because I was so engaged in<br />
everything. (<strong>The</strong>y even didn’t seem to mind when I brought along<br />
advocates—my friend and colleague Jessica Hodgins came to<br />
appointments to offer both support and her brilliant research skills in<br />
navigating medical information.)<br />
I told doctors that I’d be willing to endure anything in their surgical<br />
arsenal, and I’d swallow anything in their medicine cabinet, because I<br />
had an objective: I wanted to be alive as long as possible for Jai and the<br />
kids. At my first appointment with Pittsburgh surgeon Herb Zeh, I said:<br />
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