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MUSC's Hollings Cancer
Center dedicated its pavilion during a
ceremony on Jan. 9.
It was named in memory of cardiothoracic
surgeon, oncologist and former center
director Carolyn E. Reed, M.D., who died
of cancer on Nov. 16.
 Dr.
Carolyn Reed's twin sister, Joyce
Greenacre, joins Hollings Cancer Center
director Dr. Andrew Kraft in
commemorating the Dr. Carolyn E. Reed
Pavilion, Jan. 9.
Andrew S. Kraft, M.D., the cancer center's
current director, spoke about Reed's
energy and drive during the dedication
ceremony.
"It was through her force of character
working with Senator Ernest Hollings and
others that we have this building to house
and serve the cancer patients of South
Carolina," he said.
Reed, who served as the center's director
from 2000 to 2004 and as associate
director for medical affairs from 2004 to
2012, was integral to the development and
success of the cancer center.
During her tenure, she was instrumental in
acquiring a Cancer Center Planning Grant
from the National Institutes of Health, a
critical step in the path for the center
to eventually be awarded NCI designation
in 2009 and to become South Carolina's
only institution to attain this status.
 Reed
during the building phase of the cancer
center.
Reed once said her patients were her
inspiration. "I believe too often we hide
our emotion. I have promised myself that
the day I no longer walk out of the
hospital with tears in my eyes over the
loss of a patient will be the day I quit
medicine."
To honor her legacy, MUSC has established
an endowed chair in her name. Donations
can be sent to: The Carolyn E. Reed, M.D.
Distinguished Chair in Thoracic Surgical
Oncology, c/o MUSC Foundation, 18 Bee St.,
MSC 450, Charleston, S.C., 29425.
Excerpt from
one of Carolyn Reed's favorite poems,
"A Psalm of Life," by Henry Wadsorth
Longfellow
"Life is real! Life is
earnest! And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was
not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not
sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to
act, that each tomorrow find us farther
than today.
Lives of great men all
remind us we can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us footprints
on the sand of time;
Footprints, that
perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's
solenm main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing,
shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and
doing, With a heart for any fate; Still
achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor
and to wait."
Friday, Jan.
18, 2013
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