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My 80-year old mother saw Dr. William Tatum in Neurology last week. She suffered a fall at home, resulting in several broken bones and a ...

Andrew Mork is being treated at Mayo Clinic for juvenile pilocytic astrocytoma, a rare cancer of the brain and spinal cord. Andrew's mother, Corrie, shared their ...

Raley Mae Radomske was all set to begin a new chapter in her life the summer ...

In late 2009, Mayo Clinic was named an America's Best Hospital by U.S. News & World Report. Patients who were surveyed said Mayo's nursing staff ...

Many people can relate to making some type of sacrifice for the one they love. For some, it’s a move far away from family and ...

For the seventh straight year, Fortune magazine has named Mayo Clinic to its "100 Best Companies to Work For" list. Mayo came in at #55, up ...

I wanted to share this story for other parents of teenagers with POTS. My daughter, Ariel, became sick in the middle of her junior year in high school. She was tired ALL the time — could barely function. She struggled through the school day, had to quit ballet and swim team. She was dizzy, faint, weak and exhausted. I took her to every doctor in our city, traveled to Riley Children's Hospital to a problem solving clinic and Chicago. No one knew what she had, but they all had an opinion. One doctor insisted I put her on antidepressants, that she needed to exercise more (need I mention she could not climb the stairs to her room), and probably had chronic fatigue and should take counseling to learn to live with a chronic disease. I knew this was not correct and continued to search for answers for my daughter. Here was an active, beautiful, honor student, who was being told to live with this handicap. They couldn't tell us what it was or how she got it, but she should deal with it.

This story was submitted by David Kelly from Saint Joseph, Mich. We’ve been a part of the Mayo Experience since 1998. Originally we began our treatment in a Chicago hospital. It was there that our two-year-old daughter, Hannah, had her first biopsy to determine what was causing a lump just below her right wrist. I’ll never forget that day after surgery when the doctor came out and told us, “I’ve done many biopsies similar to this one, and it appears that Hannah has cancer. The pathologist still needs to give his final report though.” Over the course of a week and a half no clear results were given to us, other than we would know as soon as they did. The doctors were even discussing sending out the biopsy slides for further study to another pathologist. The waiting game is bad enough when you’re in line for a ride at Disney World, but when you’re waiting to hear news on whether or not your child has cancer, it’s beyond description. We had been put through the emotional ringer and weren’t sure that Chicago was the place for us. “Get yourself to Mayo,” urged a dear friend of mine. Those four words now mean the world to my family and me. Once there, we were thrilled to discover — within only a day — that it was a tumor known as fibromatosis, a soft tissue tumor that shows no sign of malignant features, and that might eventually dissipate with age.

Sam Buchl and Darin Steffl both enjoyed volunteering in the Mayo Clinic Blood Donor Center during their senior year of high school. As volunteers in ...

Every six minutes, a patient at Mayo Clinic receives a transfusion of blood or blood products. There’s an ongoing and never-ending need for blood donors ...

As a life-long Minnesotan, I look forward to winter. No, I don’t like bitter, below zero temperatures, and I am definitely not a fan of shoveling anything more than a couple inches of snow. However, I do enjoy other aspects of the season -- going cross country skiing, seeing snow on the branches of the evergreen trees, watching children and dogs romp in freshly fallen snow and sitting in a warm location, drinking a hot chocolate (or a mocha) and watching big, fat, lazy snowflakes fall to the ground. When I talk to people from outside the Midwest about what a nice place this is to live in the winter, I'm usually met with a fair amount of skepticism.  They have heard the stories in the news about bitter cold, below zero temperatures with even colder wind chills. They have seen pictures of thermometers located in International Falls, Minn., the Icebox of the Nation, at -35 below (and that’s not the wind chill). They have heard stories about blizzards that can bring a city to a standstill. They have seen the pictures online of cars almost completely buried by snowplows on the streets and cars and trucks stuck in the ditches. And, they have watched countless videos clips on TV of people walking (or more likely waddling like a penguin) from their parking spots to their places of employment that were so bundled up that only their eyes were visible. Yes, this is what Minnesota can be like during the winter. But it’s not the norm. Below zero temps for the daily high typically last for a few days, if we have them. Blizzards and snowfalls of over a foot in the area are rare. In fact, there have been winters, where we didn’t get our first snowfall until February and our first 3 inch snowfall until March. Unfortunately, December 2009 seems to be one of those strange and unusual winters when it comes to snowstorms; one probably headed for the record book.

It's always exciting to see someone graduate from school -- whether it's a high school graduate embarking on life or a college graduate who feels liberated from ...