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Tag Archives: anxiety
mitt romney steals my baby or, adoption anxiety
My sister-in-law was in for a quick visit this weekend. It was fabulous to see her and finally be able to share parenting stories. For the past eight years, we have watched her raise her own children, always feeling a … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, cancer, politics
Tagged adoptive parent, advanced ovarian cancer, anxiety, balance, caesarian section, diagnosis, fragility, grandparents, Mitt Romney, threats, Twitter
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the wonder of the now (or, Cheesesteak 1, Shelob 0)
As I was walking to court this afternoon, for what promised (and proved) to be a very uneventful hearing, I felt a strange sensation creeping over me. It was a faint sensation, not overpowering, but it was vaguely and disturbingly reminiscent of … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Life After Cancer
Tagged abdominal cavity, anniversary, anxiety, calendar, dread, emotional switches, head, Life on Earth, neuropathic feet, panic, running, Shelob
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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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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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shine on
When my husband and I moved into the house we have been renting for the last three and a half years, our heads promptly filled with visions of the happy life we would live here, even the family we would … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Family, music, running
Tagged anxiety, back deck, Ben Franklin Bridge, blizzard, cancer, comfort, Cooper River Park, freakout, gardening, guardian angel, Iva, music, New Jersey, Pink Floyd, Planet Cancer, Queens, real estate, Shine on You Crazy Diamond, snow, yoga
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three month check-up
It’s that time again. Three-month check-up tomorrow. With each successive quarterly interval, I have found myself slightly less anxious. There is less of a sense of foreboding. I no longer see the designated date from weeks and weeks away, looming … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer
Tagged anxiety, bald, bloodwork, cancer, check-up, First Descents, hair, Jackson Hole, liver, routine, stirrups
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