KNBC Interview
So, a week ago Monday I headed up to the USC Norris Cancer Center to tape an interview for KNBC News about a new breast cancer study. I was quite fascinated by the topic, as it were: the study has identified a protein on breast cancer cells that responds to a specific type of deadly chemotherapy (with particularly dastardly and permanent side-effects) that I had early in my treatment. Armed with this knowledge of whether or not one's tumor will respond will hopefully eliminate the need for some women to undergo this certain treatment which can be quite debilitating, and always--100% of the time--results in total and complete hair loss, which for some women is worse than the cancer itself. For those who know me, my bald head really wasn't no thang, however the loss of brows and lashes is a whole different story.
At any rate, I am the human interest portion of the story, I believe. I was interviewed at length at the Cancer Center, as were the doctor and other researchers involved. I tried to sound not like a complete idiot, and to view my contribution as a public service to other young women who might be surprised to see someone like me dealing with such a deadly predicament and coming through it bright-eyed and whatnot.
Sounds silly, but I was really bummed about one particular portion of the taping; after taping the sit-down interview, the cameraman wanted some shots of me walking through the lobby of Norris. Well, as I walked towards him, he walked backwards in front of me moving the camera up and down, shooting me from head to toe. Now, here's the bummer: I hate the shoes I was wearing, and the unmatching pink purse I was carrying was overstuffed with random papers, a sweater, and books, like a bloated fish (but they wanted me to carry it for color). I mean, had I known my hideous, Born super-comfort shoes would be in the shot, I would've instead worn maybe my pink Minnie Mouse pumps to match my purse, you know?
Anyway, they had hoped to film some follow-up shots at my school tomorrow, but for some bee-essy legal reasons or whatever, it can't be done. Instead, they will take some shots or me at a local park. Whatever. It's fine. I'll be sure, in any case, to wear cute shoes.
At any rate, I am the human interest portion of the story, I believe. I was interviewed at length at the Cancer Center, as were the doctor and other researchers involved. I tried to sound not like a complete idiot, and to view my contribution as a public service to other young women who might be surprised to see someone like me dealing with such a deadly predicament and coming through it bright-eyed and whatnot.
Sounds silly, but I was really bummed about one particular portion of the taping; after taping the sit-down interview, the cameraman wanted some shots of me walking through the lobby of Norris. Well, as I walked towards him, he walked backwards in front of me moving the camera up and down, shooting me from head to toe. Now, here's the bummer: I hate the shoes I was wearing, and the unmatching pink purse I was carrying was overstuffed with random papers, a sweater, and books, like a bloated fish (but they wanted me to carry it for color). I mean, had I known my hideous, Born super-comfort shoes would be in the shot, I would've instead worn maybe my pink Minnie Mouse pumps to match my purse, you know?
Anyway, they had hoped to film some follow-up shots at my school tomorrow, but for some bee-essy legal reasons or whatever, it can't be done. Instead, they will take some shots or me at a local park. Whatever. It's fine. I'll be sure, in any case, to wear cute shoes.