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Tag Archives: Zoloft
reflections on the season
Two days shy of Christmas, and I finally have a moment to catch my breath. Five nights with my parents as house guests; a blizzard; house-hunting; last minute gifts; news of my clean and clear CA125. It’s been an eventful few … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Life After Cancer, running
Tagged "Breathe" (U2), 10K, 5K, acupuncture, blizzard, CA125, Christmas, depression, hibernation, holidays, Merrells, Pumas, rock-climbing, running, Thanksgiving, winter of my discontent, Wyoming, Zoloft
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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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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