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Author Archives: Emily
increasing the happy
There are moments – increasing in frequency and intensity – when I am amazed at the depth of my happiness. The happiness I know now is richer, more substantial, than anything I knew before cancer. This weekend, not unexpectedly, was … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Family, First Descents, Life After Cancer
Tagged adoption, Ceasar, CML, cookies, duck-duck-goose, Eve, happy, love, Moab, New York, Oscar, Phoenix, saggy diaper, Utah
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everything that rises must converge
This phrase, from Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, via Flannery O’Connor, came into my head this afternoon as I strolled through my new neighborhood and thought, as I inevitably do, about First Descents. The words struck me hard, with precision, though … Continue reading
Posted in First Descents, Life After Cancer, running, Uncategorized
Tagged ascent, Bear, devil's butt crack, discomfort, First Descents, Fridge, Humor, laughter, New Orleans, pain, Phoenix, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, recovery, running, summit, wind
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a cyborg no more (or, so long, chest port)
This morning, I reported to the Pereleman Center at HUP to finally – almost two years after finishing chemotherapy – have my chest port removed. This small metal disc with the rubbery center and skinny little tube has been nestled … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer
Tagged bionic, chest port, Cyborg, general surgeon, magical thinking, oncologist, surgery, twilight anesthesia
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first descents, take two: a boundless blessing
Three days ago, I unpacked from a week in Moab, Utah with First Descents. Tonight, I should be packing again, but instead I am sitting in my pajamas, fumbling with words. It’s overdue. It’s late, and I am tired. Back … Continue reading
Posted in First Descents, Life After Cancer
Tagged First Descents, Jackson, New Orleans, rappelling, rock-climbing, running, Utah
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they won’t go gently
My head is in a fog of allergies, moving and other assorted chaos – both internal and external. We are finally in our new home, and I am ecstatic. After just the first few days, life in the swamps of … Continue reading
Posted in Death, Life After Cancer
Tagged adoption, ALL, Cooper River, Death, First Descents, Jazzfest, moving, New Jersey, Planet Cancer, Texas
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the very essence of me
You know you are a dedicated blogger when, after puking your guts out at 2 AM, you think, “This is going to be great material for my next post.” Welcome to my world. I will spare you the details … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, Philadelphia
Tagged Bailey's, CA125, CAPRICA, colonoscopy, Crazy Heart, fertility doctor, garden, ghosts, Ian Rankin, Jeff Bridges, moving, New York Times crossword, PTSD, upper endoscopy, Vitamin Water, vomiting
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possibility and promise
Yesterday, I spent a little time in the garden, pulling out the remaining dead growth from last year. Although I will no longer be tending this garden, I wanted to make sure that all of the living things that are … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, running
Tagged 5K, bald, check-up, dog park, fat, gardening, Haddonfield, haven, oasis, personal best, possibility, promise
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the lynch syndrome, with apologies
Some things are just plain unexpected. Or are they? Yesterday, when the rain-soaked mail fell through the slot in the front door, I discovered a thin envelope from Penn GI Genetics – far too thin to be the packet of … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer
Tagged apology, compassion, HNPCC, humanity, Lynch Syndrome, Matt Damon, Penn GI Genetics
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roll over, play dead
Today, not to minimize real weather catastrophes like tsunamis in Indonesia and hurricanes in New Orleans, has been a rain-soaked nightmare in the City of Brotherly Love. In our house, the day began, as Saturdays often do, with Mike and … Continue reading
Posted in Film, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia
Tagged basement, boxes, Dark Water, dog food, dry cleaning, flood, gas can, gridlock, hurricane, Jennifer Connelly, packing, Rowhouse Red, tape gun, tsunami
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