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Tag Archives: CA125
no line on the horizon
Following my hysterectomy in the early days of winter, 2008, my oncologist presented us with two treatment “options.” In my haze and numbness, I was largely unable to absorb information; Mike became my eyes and ears, as well as my … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Death, fellow fighters, First Descents, Life After Cancer
Tagged acceptance, adoption, CA125, denial, destination, five-year survival rate, Grim Reaper, horizon, hysterectomy, Lemondrop, magical thinking, Mike, ovarian cancer, PATCO, realism, Sarah Sadtler Feather, scans, scopes, statistics
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twice if you’re lucky
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, off I go to the Perleman Center for Advanced Medicine to start my day with a pelvic exam and a CA125. Ah, the joys of life as a stage III ovarian cancer survivor. It’s four … Continue reading
Posted in Death, Life After Cancer, music
Tagged Atlantic City, CA125, check-up, Crowded House, diagnosis, House of Blues, Neil Finn, Perelman Center, prepubescence, remission, Split Enz
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the very essence of me
You know you are a dedicated blogger when, after puking your guts out at 2 AM, you think, “This is going to be great material for my next post.” Welcome to my world. I will spare you the details … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer, Philadelphia
Tagged Bailey's, CA125, CAPRICA, colonoscopy, Crazy Heart, fertility doctor, garden, ghosts, Ian Rankin, Jeff Bridges, moving, New York Times crossword, PTSD, upper endoscopy, Vitamin Water, vomiting
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dear nurse sarah (and co.): thank you for saving my life
Before I am completely buried under the growing piles of boxes that surround me, before tomorrow comes along and sweeps me up in one work drama or another, I need to take a minute and offer some thoughts on yesterday’s … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer
Tagged CA125, Cancerland, caregivers, checkup, Christina Chu, CT scan, gyn-onc, HNPCC, neuropathy, nostalgia, running, Sarah, Silverstein Seven, South Jersey, thank you, treatment team
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reflections on the season
Two days shy of Christmas, and I finally have a moment to catch my breath. Five nights with my parents as house guests; a blizzard; house-hunting; last minute gifts; news of my clean and clear CA125. It’s been an eventful few … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged "Breathe" (U2), 10K, 5K, acupuncture, blizzard, CA125, Christmas, depression, hibernation, holidays, Merrells, Pumas, rock-climbing, running, Thanksgiving, winter of my discontent, Wyoming, Zoloft
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