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Tag Archives: surgery
three years on: haunted, miraculous
When I last wrote, I’d just gotten a hard slap from cancer at the precise moment it seemed I was at long last beginning to put some distance between my life as defined by cancer and the life that I … Continue reading
Posted in adoption, Family, fellow fighters, First Descents, Life After Cancer
Tagged adoption, cancerversary, check-up, First Descents, glass of wine, holidays, life expectancy, Market-Frankford El, Neil Finn, Perelman Center, rappel, shapeless sadness, Superior Court brief, surgery, therapy, Utah, Valentine's Day
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a cyborg no more (or, so long, chest port)
This morning, I reported to the Pereleman Center at HUP to finally – almost two years after finishing chemotherapy – have my chest port removed. This small metal disc with the rubbery center and skinny little tube has been nestled … Continue reading
Posted in Life After Cancer
Tagged bionic, chest port, Cyborg, general surgeon, magical thinking, oncologist, surgery, twilight anesthesia
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sliced and diced
Every so often, usually when I am falling asleep, waking up, or lying on the table getting acupuncture, half-conscious, I am gripped by a feeling of pure, unadulterated incredulity about the fact of my cancer. More specifically, I think about … Continue reading