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The Burgeoning Field of Cardio-Oncology

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RECOGNITIONS

Barry H. Trachtenberg Leads Issue on Cardio-Oncology

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REVIEW ARTICLES See More

Heart Failure in Relation to Anthracyclines and Other Chemotherapies

Heart Failure in Relation to Tumor-Targeted Therapies and Immunotherapies

The Role of Cardiovascular Imaging and Serum Biomarkers in Identifying Cardiotoxicity Related to Cancer Therapeutics

Prevention and Treatment of Chemotherapy-Induced Cardiotoxicity

Cardiovascular Toxicities of Radiation Therapy

Electrophysiologic Complications in Cancer Patients

Vascular Toxicity in Patients with Cancer: Is There a Recipe to Clarify Treatment?

Future Directions in Cardio-Oncology

CASE REPORTS See More

A Rare Case of Pancreatitis-Induced Thrombosis of the Aorta and Superior Mesenteric Artery

Anomalous Origin of the Right Coronary Artery from the Left Main Coronary Artery in the Setting of Critical Bicuspid Aortic Valve Stenosis

Simultaneous Transfemoral Mitral and Tricuspid Valve in Ring Implantation: First Case Report with Edwards Sapien 3 Valve

Uneventful Follow-Up 2 Years after Endovascular Treatment of a High Flow Iatrogenic Aortocaval Fistula Causing Pulmonary Hypertension and Right Heart Failure

MUSEUM OF HMH MULTIMODALITY IMAGING CENTER See More

Do Not Pass Flow: Microvascular Obstruction on Cardiac Magnetic Resonance After Reinfarction Following Primary Percutaneous Coronary Intervention

CLINICAL PERSPECTIVES See More

EXCERPTA

Cardio-Oncology, Then and Now: An Interview with Barry Trachtenberg

POINTS TO REMEMBER

Onconephrology: An Evolving Field

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Herbal Nephropathy

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Rolling the Dice on Red Yeast Rice

EDITORIALS

Letter to the Editor in Response to “Cardiac Autonomic Neuropathy in Diabetes Mellitus”

Vol 9, Issue 4 (2013)

Humanities Full Text

ESSAY ON BEING A DOCTOR

The Fisherman

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Jordan Roberts. The Fisherman. Methodist DeBakey Cardiovascular Journal: October 2013, Vol. 9, No. 4, pp. 240-240.



And so the old man waited, patiently. The shrill cold pierced deeply. It was the kind of cold that penetrated deep into your bones, perhaps even the soul. The cold, the isolation, and the stillness made it difficult, but patience made it worth it. For there was beauty in the stillness, and there was solace in the isolation, and there was completeness in enduring the cold. The gentle warmth of the sun began to peek from atop the steadfast mountains, and the trees began to cast lurching shadows across the ice. The air was crisp, and every breath that filled the lungs brought new strength. The surrounding forest seemed to breathe the air and come to life with activity. But still patience was the key, for the old man was a fisherman. The old man lived in his fish house near the lake. He lived by himself but was not alone, for every day the mysterious power of nature surrounded him, nurtured him, and soothed him. His life was completely in tune and on

The old man lived in his fish house near the lake. He lived by himself but was not alone, for every day the mysterious power of nature surrounded him, nurtured him, and soothed him. His life was completely in tune and on beat to the world around. There was great harmony in fishing, as it allowed one to explore important thoughts — the kind of thoughts that could only be had when cradled in the arms of Mother Nature herself. The patience would pay off when, like a syncopated rhythm, the fish would fall prey. Unfortunately, I never knew this man. I never knew his way of life. I never experienced what he had felt. But as I sit late at night with

Unfortunately, I never knew this man. I never knew his way of life. I never experienced what he had felt. But as I sit late at night with instrument in hand, I try to catch a glimpse. I try to see through his eyes and know what he knows. For a second, I am part of it. And from my mind, the emotions channel through and the notes dance from the guitar as my fingertips fly. The melody sings out and catches in the breeze only to fade into the distance. But for a while, everything washes away and I fold into the slipstream. My thoughts clear and my worries fade. And like the fisherman, I become one with the world around me — perfectly in tune.