Aspirin as Cancer Killer


Yes you heard it right. Aspirin along with other NSAIDS (Non Steroidal Anti Inflammatory Drugs) are used as chemo-preventive agents against many forms of cancers. But the prolonged usage of these drugs often leads to other potentially harmful side-effects such as ulceration of the gastrointestinal tract. Cyclooxygenase-2 inhibitors (aka coxibs) reduce these side effects but have other heart related side effects. Alternatives like NO-NSAIDS (nitric oxide releasing) and HS-NSAIDS (hydrogen sulphide releasing) were developed to control the proliferation of cancerous cells and also to limit the dangerous side-effects. But each of these drugs comes with its drawbacks.
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