Cancer
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Three Years
Unless you have or have had cancer, you won’t appreciate the significance of the title of this post. Cancer anniversaries, regrettably nicknamed “cancerversaries” (see “anywho,” “guestimate”), are measured not from diagnosis, but from end of treatment. I don’t know about all protocols, but mine consisted of six weeks of radiation (5 days per week, about… Continue reading
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Shouldn’ta left your keys out, Pops
One summer, when I was 10 or 11, my older brother and I “borrowed” our father’s golf cart from the cart shed at the country club1. It was my brother’s idea. I was just along for the ride. Or not, as it turned out. (My father was playing golf at the time. He played golf… Continue reading
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Cat scans
I was working on a post about the persistent, underlying, aggravating, self-absorbing fear that takes over your life when you have cancer, but I’ll save it for another day. I have quarterly CT/PET scans coming up in a couple of weeks, and I’m in the midst of fending off a little bout of “scanxiety.” It… Continue reading
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Memories
These days it’s hard to find a breath of fresh air in the midst of the suffocating, soul-sucking black cloud that engulfs us all 24-7; namely, Donald Trump and his syndicate of grifters, ghouls and goofballs. Between lung cancer and Trump-drama, good things sometimes get buried in my worry pile. I savor all the bright… Continue reading
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Gathering in
Long story short, more than a decade ago I had surgery that involved relieving pressure on several cranial nerves by a blood vessel. As a result of this procedure, I lost hearing in one ear, except for a constant whooshing sound. Hearing loss is devastating for some people. For me it is sensorially overwhelming and… Continue reading
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Sorry, lot full
Yesterday I drove to Houston and MD Anderson. I had no appointments, just picked up a prescription. The parking lot at the Main Building was full. So was Valet Parking. They put those orange traffic cones across the entrance when Valet Parking is full. This always makes me sad. It usually means too many people… Continue reading
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To the moon, Alice…
I’m not an effusive person, but I did (kinda) jump up and (kinda) shout “Yes!” during last night’s State of the Union address when President Obama announced Vice President Biden, who recently lost his son Beau to cancer, would be “mission control” in a Moonshot for Cancer. So, yea/yay for MY PEEPS! (And your peeps,… Continue reading
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A quick little post
… before my dog absconds with the package of cream cheese I left out on the counter. I don’t have anything to say on this Christmas Eve that’s insightful or inspirational, except eat whatever you want (as long as it doesn’t kill you) and Be Here Now. I love reading your blogs, especially getting email… Continue reading
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Spot On
November is Lung Cancer Awareness Month. Are you aware? Every day this month, one (or all) the cancer blogs I read profiles a person involved with lung cancer. Yesterday, Lisa at Every Breath I Take profiled Lucy Kalinithi, widow of Paul Kalinithi, a 37-year old neurosurgeon who died of lung cancer in March of this… Continue reading
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Dancing
This post has nothing to do with anything, just a particularly sweet memory that surfaced today. And since I got nothin’ else you want to hear about — unless you want to hear about the setbacks and side effects of cancer (and I assure you, it’s always something gross or annoying, if not possibly life… Continue reading
About Me
This blog started out as letters to my dog maizie but devolved into meaningless observations from a half-deaf cancer alumnus introvert navigating the noise you other people make.
DEARMAIZIE 