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<title>Medicine Meets the Mouse</title>
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<description>Smoke rose from marijuana. The Scythian king inhaled it, but his pain persisted. Soon this tattooed horseman of the steppes would die of prostate cancer. Dating to the time of the prophet Jeremiah, his case is the oldest known. What was it like for him? Where did he get his 	</description>
<pubDate>2008-07-06 10:40:14</pubDate>
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<title>A Global Epidemic</title>
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<description>It was at once private and public. Last November, at the invitation of Prime Minister Ehud Olmert, 100 members of the Israeli Knesset had their prostates checked for cancer. No world leader with prostate cancer had so inspired to do this: not Emperor Akihito, not Fran&amp;ccedil;ois Mitterrand, not even Desmond 	</description>
<pubDate>2008-03-09 09:34:53</pubDate>
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<title>Facing My Kenya</title>
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<description>The chicken ran for her life. The lady pursued, machete high in the air. Weaving through the maize of Mfangano Island, the chicken tired and stopped. She would be served in my honor as the first white man, apala mukwongo, to visit. That was 1981.We had come to Kenya, four 	</description>
<pubDate>2008-01-20 08:48:19</pubDate>
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<title>The Ghost of Larry Clark</title>
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<description>The conversation had ended. Not nicely, but with anger. He had never talked like that before. He must have known that it was over.My friend Larry died of prostate cancer. It seemed so odd given his work in prostate cancer prevention. The life and death of Larry make a stark 	</description>
<pubDate>2007-10-28 08:00:02</pubDate>
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<title>The Major's PSA</title>
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<description>The Major had been wounded in Vietnam and jailed in the Congo. He does not scare easily. Now, as he reported his blood PSA, he was audibly scared &amp;ndash; he thought his prostate cancer had returned. PSA scared the Major more than Viet Cong and Mobutu.PSA, prostate-specific antigen, is a 	</description>
<pubDate>2007-09-08 10:40:06</pubDate>
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<title>First, do no harm</title>
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<description>I once asked my grandfather what he thought was important. My grandfather preferred cigarettes to words. He walked away. When I persisted, he let me have it: &amp;quot;That grandma won't have pain.&amp;quot; I walked away. Many years later, I met a patient named David, a young diver who looked invincible 	</description>
<pubDate>2007-08-16 09:45:00</pubDate>
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<title>Hope Intervenes</title>
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<description>Roberto was afraid. He almost took his prostate cancer back to Santiago, Chile. That's when Hope intervened. Hope, my secretary, spent hours listening to Roberto. So did his wife, my wife, his daughter and another woman who's a good friend. Roberto stayed. Roberto did what many men do: In a 	</description>
<pubDate>2007-08-16 09:42:58</pubDate>
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<title>Still Life With Carp</title>
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<description>The sun began to set. On the far side of the Zumbro, it neared the low horizon. The sun's light danced on the water. It changed from white, to gold, to none. The late summer air smelled of soil. The tractors that tilled the plots that filled with corn that 	</description>
<pubDate>2007-08-16 09:41:55</pubDate>
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