{"id":8830,"date":"2026-04-27T08:01:35","date_gmt":"2026-04-27T12:01:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/?p=8830"},"modified":"2026-04-27T08:01:35","modified_gmt":"2026-04-27T12:01:35","slug":"cancer-and-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/?p=8830","title":{"rendered":"Cancer and Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/04\/13\/well\/ai-chatbots-cancer.html\">https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/04\/13\/well\/ai-chatbots-cancer.html<\/a><\/p>\n<p>I have this kind of cancer. Almost died during treatment. Sharon and the doctor saved me. Sharon screamed through my fog that she needed me and wasn&#8217;t ready for me to die. I heard her. Hema (hematologist in cancer patient language) said I was one tough son-of-a- bitch.<\/p>\n<p>I am.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Self-Apr-2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-8831\" src=\"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Self-Apr-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1334\" height=\"2000\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Self-Apr-2.jpg 1334w, https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Self-Apr-2-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Self-Apr-2-683x1024.jpg 683w, https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Self-Apr-2-768x1151.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Self-Apr-2-1025x1536.jpg 1025w, https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Self-Apr-2-1200x1799.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 1362px) 62vw, 840px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/04\/13\/well\/ai-chatbots-cancer.html I have this kind of cancer. Almost died during treatment. Sharon and the doctor saved me. Sharon screamed through my fog that she needed me and wasn&#8217;t ready for me to die. I heard her. Hema (hematologist in cancer patient language) said I was one tough son-of-a- bitch. I am.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[157,214,138,15,17,174],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-aging-2","category-cancer","category-health","category-personal","category-photography","category-portraits"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8830","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8830"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8832,"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8830\/revisions\/8832"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.duckpondworks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}