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Category Archives: running
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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jet lag: a whirlwind trip to planet cancer
Last fall, in the aftermath of my GI scopes, I remember coming home from work one evening and flashing back to the “bite blocker” being shoved between my teeth, and feeling like I was an escapee from some kind of … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, medicine, running
Tagged Clark Kent, fiction, GI scopes, half-marathon, Lynch Syndrome, Superman, surveillance, Veteran's Day, warriors
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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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gut feeling
The dead of winter has officially arrived. If it’s not snowing, it’s raining, sleeting and freezing. Roads and sidewalks in our wooded suburban enclave have grown treacherous. Today, though bitter cold, was at least dry, so a few hours ago, … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, running
Tagged abdomen, Coach Joe, core, half-marathon, running, snow, soreness, struggle, sweat, winter, yoga
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echo chamber
Words have never come with greater difficulty than they have in the weeks following the death of a fellow young adult cancer warrior with whom I shared an essential but hard to define connection. I didn’t know her well, but … Continue reading
Posted in Death, fellow fighters, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged abyss, chemo, Chris Ward Blumer, Christmas, Death, demons, fate, fellow warriors, hangover, indignities, New Year's Eve, post traumatic stress, razor's edge, short ribs, slow cooker, trauma
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inarticulate speech of the heart
I woke this morning with a singular focus: take a nice long run, hopefully my longest yet, to start the day. For the past two weeks, I have been fighting a losing battle with the cold and dark, and have … Continue reading
Posted in Death, fellow fighters, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged bonds, connection, Death, Facebook, friendship, heartbroken, inarticulate, Planet Cancer, reunion, social networks, sputtering, whiskey
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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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when the hangover strikes
During law school, my husband often talked about the hangover that would strike after the extreme stress and pressure of preparing for exams. You focus, you strain, you concentrate so hard, and once the exams are over, you find yourself … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, medicine, running
Tagged appendix, colonoscopy, confusion, Cooper River, CT scan, darkness, demon, depression, exams, genetics, Haddonfield, hangover, head-on collision, iPod, law school, optical illusion, running, suburbs, upper endoscopy
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dreams, whiplash and pre-scope anxiety (oh my!)
It is expected and logical that the eve of two surveillance scopes (lower and upper GI in a delicious one-two punch) would find me in a somewhat heightened state of anxiety. The psychological whiplash goes something like this: Spend an … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Death, First Descents, Life After Cancer, medicine, running, Work
Tagged 10K, adoption seminar, anxiety, buzz-kill, colonoscopy, Dali, David Cronenberg, Denver Marathon, Dr. Chu, First Descents, going nuclear, HNPCC, NLDS, Nurse Sarah, Paul Thomas Anderson, recurrence, referrals, upper endoscopy
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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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