Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Realizing The Gift of Life: Breast Cancer Awareness


As a young woman in my thirties and also a trained scientist, I decided to have a breast check by the doctor in my local health center in London. October is the official month for Breast Cancer Awareness. Of course, we should not remember the risk only once every October, but the campaigns running during this month remind us to check ourselves and refer to a doctor if we have any suspicions of breast abnormalities.

The doctor could feel a small lump and referred me to an ultrasound screening in a clinic. The appointment was set in two weeks' time from that day. It has been a torture. As I live on my own and away from my family, I thought it wouldn't be fair to upset them, at least until I knew the result of the screening.

The referral by the doctor was for a suspected cancer. I kept living with this idea for the whole two weeks. I went through all the possible scenarios in my head over and over again, everyday without telling anyone. I went to the hospital on the day of the appointment. By myself. I wanted to go through it on my own. I almost passed out waiting outside the doctor's room. Cold sweat was covering my body as I was forcing myself to take deep breaths to relax.

The ultra sound showed no significant changes in the breast epithelium, only sparse areas of thicker density but of benign morphology. The doctor could not feel or see a lump or anything that was worth the mention of a biopsy or further worry. The breast epithelium changes around the menstrual cycle and due to hormonal fluctuations. I was relieved and burst out in tears. I called my friends to tell the good news.

Only today have I deeply realized that someone - call it my parents, God, Nature, or Luck, has given me the gift of life, the chance to live. And so I will bear that in mind. Healthy lifestyle is the way forward to make the most of your genetic background. The environment is one key factor for oncogenesis. Genes is the other one.
I feel sympathetic for people who get diagnosed with cancer. I 've seen the stress they go through. I've felt it myself now. I wear my yellow Livestrong wristband every day at all times to remind me that I need to BE strong and LIVE strong.
In our hunt for money, social status and good looks, we forget what the real gift of life is. Please be aware of the risk, check yourselves occasionally, refer to a doctor if necessary. A breast lump does not mean cancer, but even if so, the treatments and research on this aspect have been extensive and successful nowadays. I would also say "Carpe Diem"
 
Cherish the moment. Live healthily. Love yourselves
 
Last, I attach the links of some helpful links on Breast Cancer Awareness, although you can find plenty of information on the web and the clinics:

The image is from the Partners for Breast Cancer Care website.

Monday, 4 October 2010

The Test Tube Baby Takes the Nobel Prize of 2010

Only a few minutes ago, it was announced that the Nobel prize in Medicine/Physiology for 2010 goes to a Professor from Cambridge University, Dr Robert Edwards on his work on in vitro fertilization. The first test tube baby and a subsequent four millions of babies have been born because of this pioneering technology he developed. Once more, I am so proud I have worked and studied in such a legendary place like Cambridge.

More to read at the Nobel prize website here
or the wikipedia link on Prof. Robert Edwards here

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Another University ranking but my love stays the same...

It's not that with the new ranking of Universities, Cambridge became top of the top and I suddenly feel like I love it more. Or that I am more proud of myself than I was before. It is just that whenever I hear Cambridge University, I remember of Darwin College, the famous Dar bar, the porters, Jesus Green, the boathouses, the early rowing mornings, the Mayballs, the garden parties, the long nights in the lab, the cycling back to the house in pitch dark and rain, the Gwen Raverat house and the lively corridors, Cindy's club (or Ballare), the van of Death, the Boat race excitement, the Varsity matches, the Anchor and Granta pubs, punting to Granchester, running to Granchester, sunbathing at The Orchard, the Backs, St John's College, the Bumps races, the Bops with fancy dress themes, Halloween parties, the study centre overlooking the Mill and so many more. If you haven't been to Cambridge, these words probably don't mean anything to you, but these are my idea of Cambridge and so much more. And this is why Cambridge is top of the top in my mind...

Thursday, 26 August 2010

Cocktail of thoughts


  • Boredom and insomnia have made me the master of Klondike on my Blackberry. And I used to hate games...
  • A new recipe for dinner I tried today and really liked was mozzarela, cherry tomatoes and spinach on a freshly toasted bagel. Just delicious. Try it!
  • I have lists of the top Research Institutions around the world, but here I am only looking for jobs to UK or Greece. What does that tell you about sentimental bonds and their role in our professional career choices?
  • I get job offers for posts I do not like and rejections for jobs that I like. I either have the skills for jobs I don't want to do and lack the skills for jobs I want, or I am unconsciously doing something wrong... It's the same situation with men that I am interested in. Why are we attracting people/situations we don't really want?
  • I was counting the days to pass while I was on summer vacations in Greece, but now that I am back in London I complain about the bad weather and want to go back. Will I ever make up my mind for once?
  • All of my friends used to comment on how much weight I 've put on the last years but during the last semester everyone makes a big fuss on how thin I 've become. They re never satisfied with one's looks.
  • The only horoscope predictions I read daily and trust is from the Metro newspaper in London. Totally reliable. Honestly!
  • The amount of time spent on facebook is inversely proportional to the real life one has. The more songs people post, the lonelier they are. Song postings are usually done at evening hours or later. In the mornings people just moan about the world.
Photo Madrid dried nuts

Thursday, 24 June 2010

Best to work. At any expense?

Here is a link to "The Scientist" shortlist of The best Institutions to work as a post-doc in US or around the world. Regarding institutions from UK, again only my two favourites made it in the list, University College London and Cambridge (praise, praise, praise!)

My other personal favourites at the international level would be the Whitehead Institute, Cambridge, MA; Novartis Institutes, Cambridge, MA; Genentech, San Francisco,CA and Cold Spring Harbor Laboratories, NY.

Facilities, funding and benefits are their top strengths and all a researcher is really looking for to excel. However, what all these places have in common is that their major weaknesses listed is the family and personal life aspect. So I wonder how can these places be listed as best to work if they don't allow for a balanced  and quality of life? 

Friday, 19 March 2010

The price of falling in love

I fell in love. I fell apart. I was flying in the sky and then crashed down to earth. I have so many options but yet cannot decide. All I can think of is one. One person. One feeling. One idea. One illusion. I am trapped deep down in this darkness, see the light above but cannot reach it with my hands. I don't want to care for anyone else except for myself. I want to be selfish and free again. I don't want to think of 'if" and "what" and "how". I don't want to believe in this illusion. I don't want to feel stupid and weak and miserable. I 've seen what love is and I don't want it anymore...

My most played songs for this period in random order:
1. I see you - Leona Lewis
2. Till I hear you sing once more - Love Never Dies Soundtrack
3. I will crumble - Wuthering Heights OST
4. Innocente - Delirium
5. Come what may - Moulin Rouge OST

Wednesday, 13 January 2010

No ordinary love. My poem.

Θα θελα να με θες
στα δύσκολα
και στα άσχημα,
να μαι ο πρώτος άνθρωπος
που θες να μιλήσεις
κι ο τελευταίος,
θα θελα να σαι εκεί όταν
σε χρειάζομαι
πολύ,
να σαι ο πρώτος άνθρωπος
που θ΄ ακούσει
τα νεύρα μου
και τα καλά μου,
αλλά δεν είσαι
και δεν είμαι...
Θα θελα να θες
να το φωνάξεις
δυνατά
σε όλους
και να το δείξεις
οτι εγώ είμαι για σένα
και συ είσαι για μένα
και κανείς άλλος.
Αλλά δεν είσαι,
και δεν είμαι
κι αυτή είναι η αλήθεια.