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Category Archives: Baseball
ready for anything
If there’s one thing cancer teaches us, it’s to be flexible, and ready to adapt to any and all circumstances. Try as we might to control our surroundings, to plan for an ever-elusive future, there’s simply no way we can … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, Family, Life After Cancer
Tagged cheesesteak, Cliff Lee back to school gym bag, control, Harry Potter, Hurricane Irene, nephew, New York, Oscar, over-night, Phillies, planning, popcorn
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flat as a pancake
Hard truth: even after weathering a cancer diagnosis, treatment and recovery – after achieving the kind of semi-permanent euphoria that comes with embracing life after almost dying – it’s possible to find yourself drained, beat-down and discouraged. Nay, depressed. It’s … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Baseball, Life After Cancer, Work
Tagged adoption, car seat, chemo, daffodils, existential angst, gardening, intestinal virus, invincible, Opening Day, pack and play, pancake, pansies, Phillies, professional life, PTSD, steam-roller, toilet-bowl, Work, yoga
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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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a virtual high-five for my beloved phils
Today, the interweb is filled to bursting with musings on the bittersweet end of the Phillies’ amazing 2009 playoff run. But I just had to add my two cents. The sentiment seems fairly universal: gratitude, with just a tinge of … Continue reading
on becoming a cancer fairy godmother
Last night’s brutal Phillies loss makes Friday seems about a million years ago. Perhaps I should have made an attempt to commit that day’s thoughts to writing earlier, but now – Sunday afternoon, with time further warped due to the … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, cancer, Life After Cancer
Tagged cancer, daylight savings, diagnosis, fairy godmother, fear, First Descents, Imerman Angels, Phillies, recurrence, uncertainty, Zen-like, Zoloft
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HALLOWEEN/WORLD SERIES GAME THREE
It was a brutal night for the Phils, but we had huge fun with the gang (including Lucy and Marley!) in Narberth.
Posted in Baseball, Family, Humor
Tagged Amelia Earhart, devil wig, Halloween, Lucy, Marley, Narberth, Phillies, World Series
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still champions: a look back at the ’08 phils (and emily)
Last night – sometime after 2 AM Eastern Time – my beloved Phillies pulled out an extremely improbable win against the Colorado Rockies in a pivotal Game Three of the NLDS. I finally drifted off to sleep just as Matt … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, cancer, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia
Tagged "fuck yeah", beating the odds, Brad Lidge, cancer, champions, chemo, Jamie Moyer, Matt Stairs, NLDS, Philadelphia, Phillies, playoffs, Ryan Howard, Scott Franzke, World Series
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