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Tag Archives: New Orleans
everything that rises must converge
This phrase, from Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, via Flannery O’Connor, came into my head this afternoon as I strolled through my new neighborhood and thought, as I inevitably do, about First Descents. The words struck me hard, with precision, though … Continue reading
Posted in First Descents, Life After Cancer, running, Uncategorized
Tagged ascent, Bear, devil's butt crack, discomfort, First Descents, Fridge, Humor, laughter, New Orleans, pain, Phoenix, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, recovery, running, summit, wind
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first descents, take two: a boundless blessing
Three days ago, I unpacked from a week in Moab, Utah with First Descents. Tonight, I should be packing again, but instead I am sitting in my pajamas, fumbling with words. It’s overdue. It’s late, and I am tired. Back … Continue reading
Posted in First Descents, Life After Cancer
Tagged First Descents, Jackson, New Orleans, rappelling, rock-climbing, running, Utah
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the RIGHT NOW! box
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
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getting over certainty
It feels like an eternity since I sat down to do this. What does that mean, I wonder? That cancer and its aftermath are finally taking a backseat to other things? That seems implausible. For regardless of what is in … Continue reading