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Category Archives: Life After Cancer
TWO YEARS ON: TO LIFE
In an attempt to measure the journey of the last two years, let me try to qualify different kinds of exhaustion. Today, I am, I admit, a bit wiped out. Last night, in celebration of Mike’s birthday as well as … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, running
Tagged air guitar, beer, Cisplatin, end of treatmemt, fatigue, iced coffee, Iva, Jose Cuervo Tradicional, Lucy, Mike's birthday, pizza, poker, proseco, running, Taxol, videos
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up off my knees
This morning on my run, less than ten minutes in, one of my favorite U2 songs, “PLEASE,” came up on the shuffle. As I strode along the now-familiar north side of Cooper River, these lyrics struck me: “So you never … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, music, running
Tagged "PLEASE", Andrea, Cooper River, encouragement, gardening, Memorial Day, rehabilitation, Teal Ribbon 5K, U2
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small steps, big love
Last week, my wonderful friend and gardening guru, Judy, came over to our new house. It was a saturated, sunless late afternoon, so we were limited to drinking tea, standing in the sun room and surveying the back yard. I … Continue reading
Posted in Family, First Descents, Life After Cancer
Tagged 5K, Bald Fox, excitement, First Descents, gardening, Hottie Bucks, love, Mike, rain
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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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