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Tag Archives: running
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
Posted in Life After Cancer, Philadelphia, running, Uncategorized
Tagged chemotherapy, marathon, running, training
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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
Posted in Death, fellow fighters, running, Writing
Tagged check-up, fight, half-marathon, magical thinking, memorial service, neuropathy, running, Sarah Sadtler Feather, Shakespeare, Vermont
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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
Posted in Life After Cancer, running
Tagged abdomen, Coach Joe, core, half-marathon, running, snow, soreness, struggle, sweat, winter, yoga
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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
Posted in adoption, Life After Cancer
Tagged abdominal cavity, anniversary, anxiety, calendar, dread, emotional switches, head, Life on Earth, neuropathic feet, panic, running, Shelob
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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
Posted in Life After Cancer, medicine, running
Tagged appendix, colonoscopy, confusion, Cooper River, CT scan, darkness, demon, depression, exams, genetics, Haddonfield, hangover, head-on collision, iPod, law school, optical illusion, running, suburbs, upper endoscopy
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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
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
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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
Posted in adoption, cycling, First Descents, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged adoption, Caesar, challenge, cycling, evolution, First Descents, Jackson, journey back to life, Moab, oxygen, resilience, Rock 'n' Roll marathon, rock-climbing, running, Stiletto, strength, three-part harmony, training
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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
Posted in cycling, First Descents, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged bliss, contentment, cycling, First Descents blog, fuel, humidity, irrational fear, joy, laundry, rest, running, silence, sloth, stillness
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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
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
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