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Tag Archives: adoption
my left foot (or, what’s compulsive after cancer?)
Today started with barking, dog wrestling and a power outage. We just spent ten days taking care of our friends’ Pomapoo, who loved to begin each day with a vigorous yet playful attack on our own aging basset hound. High-pitched … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, cycling, Death, fellow fighters, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged adoption, basset hound, buzzing, coffee with chicory, compulsive, cycling, genetic mutation, life expectancy, MS 150 CIty to Shore, mums, neuropathy, Pomapoo, power outage, prognosis, PSE&G, running, Sarah Sadtler Feather, weed whacking
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the invisible hand of first descents
Some things are so obvious, we risk taking them for granted. Some things underpin so much of who we are, what we do, that it seems unnecessary, or redundant, to spend time reflecting on their significance. At the end of … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, cycling, First Descents, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged adoption, Caesar, challenge, cycling, evolution, First Descents, Jackson, journey back to life, Moab, oxygen, resilience, Rock 'n' Roll marathon, rock-climbing, running, Stiletto, strength, three-part harmony, training
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the readiness is all
Desperate to resume “living” as quickly as possible after finishing chemotherapy in June of 2008, I returned to work – part-time, and in a limited capacity, but returned nonetheless – just three short weeks after my last treatment. In hindsight, … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Family, Infertility, Life After Cancer
Tagged adoption, anxiety, cycling, determined, medical history, neuropathy, obstacles, readiness, rehabilitation, rock-climbing, running, sweat, tears, undetered, vertigo, Work
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chocolate shakes and ’80’s pop
A wise person once said, “You don’t have to write a thousand words every time you sit down to do a post.” The same wise person has also said, “One of your great gifts as a writer is how direct … Continue reading
Posted in Infertility, Life After Cancer, Work
Tagged adoption, child welfare, chocolate shake, Depeche Mode, humidity, injustice, pregnant co-workers, Talk Talk
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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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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 wanting comes in waves
In a post a few weeks back, I was thinking about the injustice of a world in which people who are unable or unwilling to raise children continue to produce babies at an often-alarming rate, while people like me get totally fucked out … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Family, Life After Cancer, Work
Tagged adoption, baby shower, balancing act, cancer, children, communication, evil, fate, friends, injustice, irony, North Philly, Peru, rage
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