Tag Archives: gardening

flat as a pancake

Posted on April 2, 2011 by Emily

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 | 2 Comments

up off my knees

Posted on June 2, 2010 by Emily

This morning on my run, less than ten minutes in, one of my favorite U2 songs, “PLEASE,” came up on the shuffle. As I strode along the now-familiar north side of Cooper River, these lyrics struck me: “So you never … Continue reading →

Posted in Life After Cancer, music, running | Tagged "PLEASE", Andrea, Cooper River, encouragement, gardening, Memorial Day, rehabilitation, Teal Ribbon 5K, U2 | 2 Comments

small steps, big love

Posted on May 23, 2010 by Emily

Last week, my wonderful friend and gardening guru, Judy, came over to our new house. It was a saturated, sunless late afternoon, so we were limited to drinking tea, standing in the sun room and surveying the back yard. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Family, First Descents, Life After Cancer | Tagged 5K, Bald Fox, excitement, First Descents, gardening, Hottie Bucks, love, Mike, rain | Leave a comment

possibility and promise

Posted on March 21, 2010 by Emily

Yesterday, I spent a little time in the garden, pulling out the remaining dead growth from last year. Although I will no longer be tending this garden, I wanted to make sure that all of the living things that are … Continue reading →

Posted in Life After Cancer, running | Tagged 5K, bald, check-up, dog park, fat, gardening, Haddonfield, haven, oasis, personal best, possibility, promise | Leave a comment

the RIGHT NOW! box

Posted on March 13, 2010 by Emily

Last month, I visited the genetic counseling folks at Penn’s GI Practice. I sat with a GI doctor, a genetics counselor, a genetics intern, and some other unidentified young physician. Before I met with the lead doctor, the intern was … Continue reading →

Posted in Family, Life After Cancer | Tagged ALL, Baseball, Cancerland, fear, floods, gardening, genetic testing, Hamlet, HNPCC, Jazzfest, lymphoma, New Orleans, peril, phlebotomist, RIGHT NOW! box, running, strike three, Utah | 2 Comments

love train

Posted on February 21, 2010 by Emily

Did my last post come across as, well, homicidal? I didn’t mean for it to. I’m peace-loving, really. To clarify, the only machine gun I would ever wield is one loaded with words; language is my best defense, my greatest … Continue reading →

Posted in First Descents, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, Work | Tagged First Descents, funk music, gardening, homicidal, Iva, kayaking, love, machine gun, negativity, rock-climbing, Sudoku, Washington, whiplash, Woody Guthrie | Leave a comment

shine on

Posted on February 7, 2010 by Emily

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 | Leave a comment

the sounds

Posted on September 19, 2009 by Emily

I have long suspected that the reason I love music so much is because I lack a strong sense of smell. For most people, the conventional wisdom is that smell is the primary trigger for memory. Something else must be … Continue reading →

Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer | Tagged cancer, city life, Flippy Floppy, friends, gardening, Hottie Bucks, Jackson Hole, Kings of Leon, knitting, memory, music, noise, suburbs, the Sounds, TLA | Leave a comment