Excerpt from battling cancer: one woman's journey tracy wilson initially, they would feel the same shock and dismay julianne experienced after receiving the devastating news. as the shock wore off and cancer became the reality they would be living, they immediately offered tremendous support. along with her parents and a close friend, julianne went to the oncologist her doctor had recommended to determine a treatment plan to combat her cancer. the oncologist was optimistic that with a combination of surgery to remove the cancerous cells followed by six chemotherapy treatments to ensure that all of the cells were destroyed, julianne could overcome this cancer and go into remission. he determined that since julianne’s cancer had been discovered in an early stage of development, perhaps her fertility could also be saved. julianne had dreamed of having children ever since she was a child herself, so this news was very encouraging. the article suggests that in addition to surgery to remove the cancerous cells, chemotherapy treatment would be necessary to- a) to boost her immune system b) to cure the virus that caused the cancer. c) to reduce the number of blood cells in her body. d) to reduce the chance that the cancer would reoccur.

Using the library or the internet as a resource, locate and watch two different live production interpretations of act iii of our town. then, compare and contrast how the two interpretations represented the original play. did either of the interpretations make any changes to the original material? if so, how did it affect your experience as a viewer? did you interpret the characters any differently after watching the live productions? why or why not?

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Industrialization in europe changed the way people lived. the urban working class came into being, and with it came the drudgery of work. which two parts of this excerpt from franz kafka's the metamorphosis most closely reflect this impact of industrialization on people's lives? "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. his room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. a collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table—samsa was a travelling salesman—and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense," he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "oh, no", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that i've chosen! travelling day in and day out. doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. they can all go away! " he felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. he slid back into his former position. "getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. you've got to get enough sleep. other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. for instance, whenever i go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. i ought to just try that with my boss; i'd get kicked out on the spot. but who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. if i didn't have my parents to think about i'd have given in my notice a long time ago, i'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think, tell him everything i would, let him know just what i feel."