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Tag Archives: chemo
flat as a pancake
Hard truth: even after weathering a cancer diagnosis, treatment and recovery – after achieving the kind of semi-permanent euphoria that comes with embracing life after almost dying – it’s possible to find yourself drained, beat-down and discouraged. Nay, depressed. It’s … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Baseball, Life After Cancer, Work
Tagged adoption, car seat, chemo, daffodils, existential angst, gardening, intestinal virus, invincible, Opening Day, pack and play, pancake, pansies, Phillies, professional life, PTSD, steam-roller, toilet-bowl, Work, yoga
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echo chamber
Words have never come with greater difficulty than they have in the weeks following the death of a fellow young adult cancer warrior with whom I shared an essential but hard to define connection. I didn’t know her well, but … Continue reading
Posted in Death, fellow fighters, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged abyss, chemo, Chris Ward Blumer, Christmas, Death, demons, fate, fellow warriors, hangover, indignities, New Year's Eve, post traumatic stress, razor's edge, short ribs, slow cooker, trauma
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running doesn’t cure cancer (but i’m going to run anyway)
When cancer struck, I went from being fit and active (not obsessively so, but I biked with enthusiasm and hit the gym three or four times a week) to being completely inert. Not just inert, but sliced, diced, poured out … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged 10K, 5K, 70 percent rule, cancer, chemo, climbing stairs, Delaware Avenue, fitness, half-marathon, limits, neuropathy, panic attack, running, sneakers, treadmill, vertigo, walking the dog
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still champions: a look back at the ’08 phils (and emily)
Last night – sometime after 2 AM Eastern Time – my beloved Phillies pulled out an extremely improbable win against the Colorado Rockies in a pivotal Game Three of the NLDS. I finally drifted off to sleep just as Matt … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, cancer, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia
Tagged "fuck yeah", beating the odds, Brad Lidge, cancer, champions, chemo, Jamie Moyer, Matt Stairs, NLDS, Philadelphia, Phillies, playoffs, Ryan Howard, Scott Franzke, World Series
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been there, done that
Tomorrow, my cousin’s wife will be starting chemo for breast cancer. She was diagnosed a few months ago and has already undergone a partial mastectomy. When I learned about her illness, I posted briefly over at my Planet Cancer page … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Family, Life After Cancer
Tagged buttinsky, cancer, Cancer Cape, chemo, control, fear, Jackson Hole, Planet Cancer
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hot as a hairdryer in your face
Heat. I am not a fan. We’ve actually been pretty fortunate this summer, as it’s Augsut 10th and I think this is really our first unspeakably hot day. As in, leave-the-airconditioner-on-for-the-pets hot. A year ago, the week I finished chemo, … Continue reading