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Tag Archives: Sarah Sadtler Feather
lucky me?
Many weeks ago, as I walked the neighborhood with my new baby snuggled in his Moby wrap, a woman coming out of her car stopped us with a smile. She peered in at Earl’s tiny face. “What a beautiful baby,” … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, fellow fighters, Life After Cancer
Tagged blind faith, fate, fortune, luck, Sarah Sadtler Feather
3 Comments
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
4 Comments
dear sarah
Dear Sarah, You have taught me so many things over the years – years that have unfolded with laughter and tears, with shared emotions, with rocks climbed. Now, you are teaching me how to say goodbye to someone I have … Continue reading
no line on the horizon
Following my hysterectomy in the early days of winter, 2008, my oncologist presented us with two treatment “options.” In my haze and numbness, I was largely unable to absorb information; Mike became my eyes and ears, as well as my … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Death, fellow fighters, First Descents, Life After Cancer
Tagged acceptance, adoption, CA125, denial, destination, five-year survival rate, Grim Reaper, horizon, hysterectomy, Lemondrop, magical thinking, Mike, ovarian cancer, PATCO, realism, Sarah Sadtler Feather, scans, scopes, statistics
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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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hopeless/heroic
Tonight, I would rather be sprawled out on the couch, listening to the Phillies game, eating mango sorbet and spacing out. It has been, to be blunt, kind of a shit week. Not in any dramatic, existential way, not in … Continue reading