Tag Archives: neuropathy

fight club

Posted on June 6, 2011 by Emily

It’s no accident that I haven’t written since my ovarian sister Sarah Feather passed away last month. I see now how she served as some kind of reference point for me, as if every time I sent my words out to … Continue reading →

Posted in Death, fellow fighters, running, Writing | Tagged check-up, fight, half-marathon, magical thinking, memorial service, neuropathy, running, Sarah Sadtler Feather, Shakespeare, Vermont | 4 Comments

never relent: thoughts on game six

Posted on October 23, 2010 by Emily

I could never/Give it up/I could never relent/And I can’t/Wait to see/ What will happen/To me next I will take my chances/’Cause anything can happen/I don’t believe it’s over/’Cause anything can happen Neil and Tim Finn Increasingly, over the past … Continue reading →

Posted in Baseball, First Descents, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia | Tagged 10K, 2008, beautiful sea of red, Denver, duck-fuzz hair, First Descents, Marhaba, neuropathy, NLCS, Phillies, possibility, Rock 'n' Roll marathon, scars, tears, treadmill, World Series | Leave a comment

actually, it kind of IS about the bike

Posted on September 30, 2010 by Emily

Last weekend marked a huge milestone in my journey away from cancer and back to life. It crept up on me, rather unexpectedly, and left me filled with a lighter-than-air sense of triumph. After cycling seventy-five miles from the outskirts … Continue reading →

Posted in cycling, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, running | Tagged 9/11, causeways, cycling, Johnson's Popcorn, Mack and Manco's, MLK Drive, MS 150 CIty to Shore, neuropathy, Ocean City, Phillies, pierogies, Planet Cancer, port-a-potties, rock-climbing, stage III ovarian cancer, Team Anti-Corp, Turkey Hill ice cream, Utah, Wyoming | 1 Comment

my left foot (or, what’s compulsive after cancer?)

Posted on September 6, 2010 by Emily

Today started with barking, dog wrestling and a power outage. We just spent ten days taking care of our friends’ Pomapoo, who loved to begin each day with a vigorous yet playful attack on our own aging basset hound. High-pitched … Continue reading →

Posted in adoption, cycling, Death, fellow fighters, Life After Cancer, running | Tagged adoption, basset hound, buzzing, coffee with chicory, compulsive, cycling, genetic mutation, life expectancy, MS 150 CIty to Shore, mums, neuropathy, Pomapoo, power outage, prognosis, PSE&G, running, Sarah Sadtler Feather, weed whacking | 4 Comments

the readiness is all

Posted on August 8, 2010 by Emily

Desperate to resume “living” as quickly as possible after finishing chemotherapy in June of 2008, I returned to work – part-time, and in a limited capacity, but returned nonetheless – just three short weeks after my last treatment. In hindsight, … Continue reading →

Posted in adoption, Family, Infertility, Life After Cancer | Tagged adoption, anxiety, cycling, determined, medical history, neuropathy, obstacles, readiness, rehabilitation, rock-climbing, running, sweat, tears, undetered, vertigo, Work | 5 Comments

dear nurse sarah (and co.): thank you for saving my life

Posted on March 23, 2010 by admin

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 | 6 Comments

running doesn’t cure cancer (but i’m going to run anyway)

Posted on February 2, 2010 by Emily

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 | 1 Comment

dance party, 8:30 AM, my gyn/onc’s office: be there

Posted on December 13, 2009 by Emily

Apparently the rules that apply to human house guests also apply to dogs – three nights, maximum. No, I kid. We’ve had a great time with Marley, our dear friends’ Pomapoo, who has been with us since Friday night. Now, … Continue reading →

Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer, running | Tagged Christmas tree, dance party, donuts, Marley, neuropathy, Pastime Paradise, Pomapoo, pregnant co-workers, running, Russian roulette, three-month check-up, wind | 3 Comments

f*#% you very much, cancer

Posted on December 3, 2009 by Emily

Thanks to global warming, this December 3 – my own personal designated cancer D-Day – feels nothing like the corresponding day two years ago when I realized I was facing a battle with this truly mean-spirited disease. Hence, no weather-triggered … Continue reading →

Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, running | Tagged cancerversary, gin and tonic, jam session, neuropathy, Philadelphia Runner, PTSD, Puma, recurrence, running, upright piano | 2 Comments