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Category Archives: Writing
inhale; exhale
“They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn.” – Bob Dylan Mornings, moments, scrambling toward something, have marked the recent days. Waiting for a switch to flip, for clarity to emerge, literally, from darkness. But it wasn’t until … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, running, Writing, yoga
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until the end of the world
From the universal and far-reaching, to the personal, the claustrophobic; such was the journey of the past seven days. One week ago, I sat down to release thoughts that I didn’t even know had been gathering; I shared them with … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, running, Writing
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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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this is why we write
Recently, a lovely young woman who just completed treatment for her advanced ovarian cancer told me that reading my blog was “the first time she felt hope.” She offered these words so honestly, with such straight-forwardness; I was quite taken … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, fellow fighters, First Descents, Life After Cancer, Writing
Tagged 2008, donuts, dreams, Earl, First Descents, hope, June 11, Limbo, suspended animation, Wyoming
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a complicated miracle: parents at last
Yesterday, a young woman reached out to me on this neglected blog, and shared a glimpse of her own cancer journey. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer last fall at age 25, and is currently battling the post-treatment demons that … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, fellow fighters, Infertility, Life After Cancer, Writing
Tagged adoption, delirium, Earl, infertility, nightmare, nursery, parenthood
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fight club
It’s no accident that I haven’t written since my ovarian sister Sarah Feather passed away last month. I see now how she served as some kind of reference point for me, as if every time I sent my words out to … Continue reading
Posted in Death, fellow fighters, running, Writing
Tagged check-up, fight, half-marathon, magical thinking, memorial service, neuropathy, running, Sarah Sadtler Feather, Shakespeare, Vermont
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atonement
Thirteen years into my partnership/marriage with Mike, and there’s still an inescapable awkwardness that creeps in each year around the High Holidays. While I recognize the significance of this period on the calendar from a theoretical standpoint, some of its … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Life After Cancer, Writing
Tagged atoning, bagels, bike shop, compassion, cruelty, Denver Marathon, fortitude, iTunes, Judaism, Kate, Mike, MS 150, patience, pumping up, smoked fish, synagogue, therapist, understanding, Yom Kippur
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hopeless/heroic
Tonight, I would rather be sprawled out on the couch, listening to the Phillies game, eating mango sorbet and spacing out. It has been, to be blunt, kind of a shit week. Not in any dramatic, existential way, not in … Continue reading