{"id":5703,"date":"2014-02-15T08:25:21","date_gmt":"2014-02-15T14:25:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/?p=5703"},"modified":"2014-02-15T08:25:21","modified_gmt":"2014-02-15T14:25:21","slug":"the-french-way-of-cancer-treatment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/?p=5703","title":{"rendered":"The French way of cancer treatment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><A href=\"http:\/\/blogs.reuters.com\/anya-schiffrin\/2014\/02\/12\/the-french-way-of-cancer-treatment\/\">Anya Schiffrin<\/a>: <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>But my dad got what he wanted, as usual. After just one cycle of chemo in New York, my parents flew to Paris, to stay in their apartment there. The first heathcare steps were reassuring: my parents found an English-speaking pancreatic cancer specialist and my dad resumed his weekly gemcitabine infusions.<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;My parents were pleasantly surprised by his new routine. In New York, my father, my mother and I would go to Sloan Kettering every Tuesday around 9:30 a.m. and wind up spending the entire day. They\u2019d take my dad\u2019s blood and we\u2019d wait for the results. The doctor always ran late. We never knew how long it would take before my dad\u2019s name would be called, so we\u2019d sit in the waiting room and, well, wait. Around 1 p.m. or 2 p.m. my dad would usually tell me and my mom to go get lunch. (He never seemed to be hungry.) But we were always afraid of having his name called while we were out. So we\u2019d rush across the street, get takeout and come back to the waiting room.<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;We\u2019d bring books to read. I\u2019d use the Wi-Fi and eat the graham crackers that MSK thoughtfully left out near the coffee maker. We\u2019d talk to each other and to the other patients and families waiting there. Eventually, we\u2019d see the doctor for a few minutes and my dad would get his chemo. Then, after fighting New York crowds for a cab at rush hour, as my dad stood on the corner of Lexington Avenue feeling woozy, we\u2019d get home by about 5:30 p.m.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Anya Schiffrin: But my dad got what he wanted, as usual. After just one cycle of chemo in New York, my parents flew to Paris, to stay in their apartment there. The first heathcare steps were reassuring: my parents found an English-speaking pancreatic cancer specialist and my dad resumed his weekly gemcitabine infusions.&nbsp;&nbsp;My parents were [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5703"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5703"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5703\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5704,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5703\/revisions\/5704"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5703"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5703"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.zmetro.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5703"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}