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Tag Archives: recurrence
dreams, whiplash and pre-scope anxiety (oh my!)
It is expected and logical that the eve of two surveillance scopes (lower and upper GI in a delicious one-two punch) would find me in a somewhat heightened state of anxiety. The psychological whiplash goes something like this: Spend an … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Death, First Descents, Life After Cancer, medicine, running, Work
Tagged 10K, adoption seminar, anxiety, buzz-kill, colonoscopy, Dali, David Cronenberg, Denver Marathon, Dr. Chu, First Descents, going nuclear, HNPCC, NLDS, Nurse Sarah, Paul Thomas Anderson, recurrence, referrals, upper endoscopy
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mister mean genes (or, expect the unexpected)
Today I have had the surprising experience of someone else’s good news making me feel like shit. Are we in middle school again? I recall, quite starkly, a “profound thought” from my high school notes of the same name, which … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer, Work
Tagged biking, breast cancer, bungling criminals, cancer family, fate, genetic mutation, guilt, high school, jealousy, middle school, Moab, recurrence, running, unspoken truth
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f*#% you very much, cancer
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
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a courageous front
Yet another day on the cancer roller-coaster, though not quite in the way I might have anticipated. December 1: the diagnosis anniversary is nigh. Thursday, 12/3, is really my own personal D-Day, even though it does not signify the day … Continue reading
Posted in cancer, Life After Cancer, Writing
Tagged Afghanistan, anniversary, cheap red wine, D-Day, diagnosis, fear, isolation, Obama, Pied Piper, recurrence, The Beatles, toilet, whiplash
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on becoming a cancer fairy godmother
Last night’s brutal Phillies loss makes Friday seems about a million years ago. Perhaps I should have made an attempt to commit that day’s thoughts to writing earlier, but now – Sunday afternoon, with time further warped due to the … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, cancer, Life After Cancer
Tagged cancer, daylight savings, diagnosis, fairy godmother, fear, First Descents, Imerman Angels, Phillies, recurrence, uncertainty, Zen-like, Zoloft
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