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Category Archives: medicine
holding it all
Life can be extreme. Our fears can consume us; joy can make us feel like our hearts will burst. Holding it all, simultaneously, as I was made to do recently, can seem nothing short of defying emotional gravity. There are … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Family, medicine, running, yoga
Tagged biopsy, colposcopy, fear, maxi-pad, PAP test, stirrups, ujjayi breath
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the other shoe
We survivors possess many unique skills. Chief among them may be our ability to consciously deny our persistent, nagging fear of The Other Shoe Dropping. It’s essential, if we want to keep on living in any meaningful, joyful way. Most … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Family, Life After Cancer, medicine
Tagged denial, fear, joy, low-grade dysplasia, panic, PAP test
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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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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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these things help
I am generally averse to lists. But on a Friday afternoon, shorthand is useful. And since I spent last evening processing my pre-scope anxiety in a rather more flowerly fashion than I’d originally intended, let me try to break it … Continue reading
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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next time, a lollipop
“You’ve been through a lot.” Simple words, uttered by an attending internist I met for the first time this morning, but it was exactly the straight-forward recognition that I look for from people – especially doctors – when they first … Continue reading