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Category Archives: Philadelphia
mid-life young adult cancer crisis
Has my license to write about cancer expired? I’ve been thinking about the countless numbers of young adults who have been diagnosed with cancer since I entered this universe over five years ago. I’ve mused on the lives lost, the … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, First Descents, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, Writing
Tagged climbing, First Descents, mid-life crisis, parenting, time
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burning doubt – lessons from a yoga mala
At 5:30 this morning, I offered up all of my doubt to the forces of balance and harmony in the universe. Then, along with about 10 other women, I performed 108 sun salutations – a yoga mala to mark the … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, Work, yoga
Tagged childcare, desperate housewife, doubt, Earl, instincts, NPR, sabbatical, stay-at-home mom, sun salutations, yoga mala
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no time to waste
Four years ago, during a heatwave not unlike the one we are now experiencing, I lay confined in the partially air-conditioned recesses of our rented home in Northern Liberties, hanging on to the edges of the life with which four … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Family, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, Work
Tagged ambivalence, cancer's legacy, children, choices, happiness, heartbreak, heatwave, law, meaning, mother, working parents
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early thanksgiving
My original thought last evening, after rocking out insanely for 13.1 miles, was to simply offer a post of thanks for all of the incredible artists – some of whom I’ve loved for my whole life, some of whom are … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Life After Cancer, music, Philadelphia, running
Tagged celebrate, Florence + The Machine, half-marathon, Philadelphia, Thanksgiving
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believed, seen: a dream comes true
When a dream comes true after cancer, it carries a certain extra heft. It need not be a dream of life-altering magnitude, like having a child. It can be something much smaller, even seemingly trivial, like getting up close with … Continue reading
Posted in fellow fighters, Life After Cancer, music, Philadelphia
Tagged dreams, First Descents, friends, queue, social media, Twitter, U2
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speaking out; running hard
By all rights, I should be curled up on the couch with Peter Carey’s Parrot and Olivier in America, sipping my Riverhorse Belgian Freeze, breathing deeply and calmly, engaged in some kind of conscious regrouping after a long and eventful … Continue reading
Posted in First Descents, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, running
Tagged 10K, Beemer, Camden, Campbell's Field, Cathy Bueti, devil's butt crack, Double-Oh-Seven, Dr. Mary Daly, finish line, Fox Chase Cancer Center, Kerri Conner, Lemondrop, Mike, Moab, New York CIty Marathon, Peter Carey, Riverhorse Belgian Freeze, Run the Bridge
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never relent: thoughts on game six
I could never/Give it up/I could never relent/And I can’t/Wait to see/ What will happen/To me next I will take my chances/’Cause anything can happen/I don’t believe it’s over/’Cause anything can happen Neil and Tim Finn Increasingly, over the past … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, First Descents, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia
Tagged 10K, 2008, beautiful sea of red, Denver, duck-fuzz hair, First Descents, Marhaba, neuropathy, NLCS, Phillies, possibility, Rock 'n' Roll marathon, scars, tears, treadmill, World Series
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actually, it kind of IS about the bike
Last weekend marked a huge milestone in my journey away from cancer and back to life. It crept up on me, rather unexpectedly, and left me filled with a lighter-than-air sense of triumph. After cycling seventy-five miles from the outskirts … Continue reading
Posted in cycling, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, running
Tagged 9/11, causeways, cycling, Johnson's Popcorn, Mack and Manco's, MLK Drive, MS 150 CIty to Shore, neuropathy, Ocean City, Phillies, pierogies, Planet Cancer, port-a-potties, rock-climbing, stage III ovarian cancer, Team Anti-Corp, Turkey Hill ice cream, Utah, Wyoming
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back in the saddle, back from the dead
This morning, as I rode my bike through the corner of South Jersey that I now call home, the sound of the cicadas in the trees took me back to a very particular place: Main Line YMCA day camp, about … Continue reading
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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