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Tag Archives: biking
existential crisis
“What, exactly, am I doing?” In recent weeks, this question has been echoing through my mind. A few possible explanations for this existential crisis: summertime. Lately, the heat in Philadelphia has been otherworldly, leaving me wrung out like a dishrag … Continue reading
Posted in Infertility, Life After Cancer, Writing
Tagged American Cancer Society, biking, blog, books, diagnosis, discipline, First Descents, garden, patient memoirs, running, summer, wordpress, Writing
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mister mean genes (or, expect the unexpected)
Today I have had the surprising experience of someone else’s good news making me feel like shit. Are we in middle school again? I recall, quite starkly, a “profound thought” from my high school notes of the same name, which … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer, Work
Tagged biking, breast cancer, bungling criminals, cancer family, fate, genetic mutation, guilt, high school, jealousy, middle school, Moab, recurrence, running, unspoken truth
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