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a different kind of marathon

Today marks my first day of rest since officially embarking on training for the Philadelphia Marathon in November.  I ran five of the last six days, in soul-crushing heat and humidity.  Mercifully, I had a great running companion at my … Continue reading

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fight club

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

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gut feeling

The dead of winter has officially arrived.  If it’s not snowing, it’s raining, sleeting and freezing.  Roads and sidewalks in our wooded suburban enclave have grown treacherous. Today, though bitter cold, was at least dry, so a few hours ago, … Continue reading

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the wonder of the now (or, Cheesesteak 1, Shelob 0)

As I was walking to court this afternoon, for what promised (and proved) to be a very uneventful hearing, I felt a strange sensation creeping over me.  It was a faint sensation, not overpowering, but it was vaguely and disturbingly reminiscent of … Continue reading

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when the hangover strikes

During law school, my husband often talked about the hangover that would strike after the extreme stress and pressure of preparing for exams.  You focus, you strain, you concentrate so hard, and once the exams are over, you find yourself … Continue reading

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equilibrium restored, or brief notes on being a survivor

This just in: sometimes, life after cancer completely sucks. I try not to spend a whole lot of time here feeling sorry for myself, or bitching about how hard my life has been since my diagnosis.  The truth is, most … Continue reading

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

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

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the invisible hand of first descents

Some things are so obvious, we risk taking them for granted.  Some things underpin so much of who we are, what we do, that it seems unnecessary, or redundant, to spend time reflecting on their significance.  At the end of … Continue reading

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enjoy the silence

It is an admittedly irrational fear of mine that if I rest for too long, or indulge in too much stillness, cancer will somehow have won. Ridiculous, I know.  I am three months shy of the third anniversary of my … Continue reading

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the readiness is all

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

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