Category Archives: Cancer

Valentine’s Day to warm the winter chill

Valentine’s weekend is coming to a close. I have to confess I enjoyed myself for none of the reasons you would think. It turns out jumping on a trampoline isn’t good for nerves trapped in scar tissue. That is if … Continue reading

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September

September is the month the World Trade Center fell right before my eyes.  It’s the month my mother died and also the month of my yearly check-up at Sloan Kettering.  I should really pluralize that last phrase as I have check-ups … Continue reading

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Keeping it all relative.

The trunk of my car is packed with a beach towel, suit, sunscreen, large umbrella, flip-flops and a chair. It’s my emergency summer kit for those moments when an escape to the beach is possible and much needed. I was … Continue reading

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June

It’s official, the month of May is over.  This morning I wanted to scream, “That’s a wrap!  Roll the credits.”  I’m not a big fan of the month of May.  It harbors memories and anniversaries that could be considered emotional … Continue reading

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Cloudy with a chance of showers

Cloudy with a chance of showers.  That’s what we used to call Chloe at the age of 2.  Cozy in her stroller, she always seemed to be pouting and on the verge of tears.  She’s the ripe old age of … Continue reading

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A trip to the dentist

Chinatown is where my dentist has his office.  It’s a tiny place that I’ve been going to for 19 years.  An oasis in the midst of the hustle and bustle of that area of town.  I had an appointment there … Continue reading

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Luck and Happenstance

Four years ago today I found a lump. A “perfect storm” of happenstance saved my life. My sister, using a hint of guilt, had me agree to say the rosary every day for Lent. It was a Sunday and I … Continue reading

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