Tag Archives: Mike

speaking out; running hard

Posted on November 7, 2010 by Emily

By all rights, I should be curled up on the couch with Peter Carey’s Parrot and Olivier in America, sipping my Riverhorse Belgian Freeze, breathing deeply and calmly, engaged in some kind of conscious regrouping after a long and eventful … Continue reading →

Posted in First Descents, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, running | Tagged 10K, Beemer, Camden, Campbell's Field, Cathy Bueti, devil's butt crack, Double-Oh-Seven, Dr. Mary Daly, finish line, Fox Chase Cancer Center, Kerri Conner, Lemondrop, Mike, Moab, New York CIty Marathon, Peter Carey, Riverhorse Belgian Freeze, Run the Bridge | Leave a comment

no line on the horizon

Posted on October 28, 2010 by Emily

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 | 8 Comments

atonement

Posted on September 18, 2010 by Emily

Thirteen years into my partnership/marriage with Mike, and there’s still an inescapable awkwardness that creeps in each year around the High Holidays. While I recognize the significance of this period on the calendar from a theoretical standpoint, some of its … Continue reading →

Posted in Family, Life After Cancer, Writing | Tagged atoning, bagels, bike shop, compassion, cruelty, Denver Marathon, fortitude, iTunes, Judaism, Kate, Mike, MS 150, patience, pumping up, smoked fish, synagogue, therapist, understanding, Yom Kippur | 3 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

meet mike (he rocks)

Posted on March 3, 2010 by Emily

Some of you good folks who take the time to read my ramblings here know my husband, Mike. Some of you don’t. Regardless, it’s time to take a minute and tell the world why my husband is so amazing, and … Continue reading →

Posted in Family, Life After Cancer | Tagged fight, Germini, husband, Joni Mitchell, law school, love, Mike, partner, rebuilding, strength, support | 6 Comments

honoring it all

Posted on November 7, 2009 by Emily

Last night, over margaritas and enchiladas, I said to my husband, “I feel so good. Is there something wrong with me?” Working his way through his flight of tequila, he smiled and said, “Maybe it has to do with being … Continue reading →

Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer | Tagged Alli, anger, bloodwork, calm, check-ups, CVS, dog park, enchiladas, end-stage, First Descents, Fridge, Grim Reaper, Jackson, Lucy, margaritas, Mike, optimism, ovarian cancer, pelvic exams, Planet Cancer, strength, tequila | 2 Comments