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DragonSlayer Diaries: Magic Wands and Squeaky Wheels
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Once upon a time a woman and her daughter met a real live fire-breathing dragon. That dragon's name was cancer and that woman was me. Reader beware: Here there be dragons. Sunday, November 4, 2012. Magic Wands and Squeaky Wheels. Did you know there are angels among us? I exposed the wounded, self-pitying, toddler-tantrumming bits of my spirit via email. What kind of person does that? My embarrassing response to the lovely, fairy-dust-spreading Audrey:. Miss you, Audrey. Miss you. I think it makes Lauren ...
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DragonSlayer Diaries: January 2013
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Once upon a time a woman and her daughter met a real live fire-breathing dragon. That dragon's name was cancer and that woman was me. Reader beware: Here there be dragons. Thursday, January 10, 2013. A waning crescent moon. It’s a strange, liminal place of dying and resurrection. A bit like New Year’s Eve at 11:50 pm, it’s almost over but there is time to endure. The human body is tuned into cycles of the moon. As the old moon wanes, many people experience a physical dip in energy. Hilo, Hawaii, United S...
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DragonSlayer Diaries: May 2012
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Once upon a time a woman and her daughter met a real live fire-breathing dragon. That dragon's name was cancer and that woman was me. Reader beware: Here there be dragons. Wednesday, May 9, 2012. We are flabbergasted by the response of the “Stronger” video. Initially, we imagined that only our close knit cancer community here at Seattle Children’s would see it. Who could have imagined over half a million hits in just a few days… and a response from Kelly Clarkson herself? After PT on Thursday, we stopped...
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DragonSlayer Diaries: Selective Memory
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Once upon a time a woman and her daughter met a real live fire-breathing dragon. That dragon's name was cancer and that woman was me. Reader beware: Here there be dragons. Monday, October 8, 2012. I remember writing that my daughter was NED (no evidence of disease) and that my husband kindly, gently corrected me. The thing is, Lauren does have spots on her lungs, which is a type of evidence. So then, what is she? Some evidence of disease? I remember writing NED on this blog. I remember a feeling of e...
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DragonSlayer Diaries: July 2011
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Once upon a time a woman and her daughter met a real live fire-breathing dragon. That dragon's name was cancer and that woman was me. Reader beware: Here there be dragons. Wednesday, July 20, 2011. Leaping Into Thin Air. A Leap Into Thin Air. Our insurance is not wanting to cover the Seattle treatment plan, even though the tests confirm the size and extent of the tumor (! Lauren and I left Hawaii on a red-eye Monday night, despite the lack of insurance thing. The stakes are too high at this point. Today,...
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In Case I Get Pulled Over | Blah, Blah, Blah…
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Blah, Blah, Blah…. We spend too much time talking when we should be listening. In Case I Get Pulled Over. I took a trip to Cleveland a couple of weeks back, and though it sounds like I travelled to Burma or someplace equally distant, Cleveland, Ohio is only about 30 miles from my house. This trip was a reconnaissance mission. I imagined detours here, no left turns there, and one-way streets always going in the wrong direction. That might be one paper bag I couldn’t punch my way out of, and poor Bill ...
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Everything and Nothing | Blah, Blah, Blah…
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Blah, Blah, Blah…. We spend too much time talking when we should be listening. I had written two blogs and had a solid start on an essay on those pages. I’m sick to my stomach just thinking about it, in tears even. Every single writer reading these words knows exactly how I feel. In the larger scheme of things, this is nothing, really. Yet in this particular moment it is everything. Everything and nothing at the same time. Only it wasn’t there when I got home, was it. This entry was posted in On Writing.
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Up Close and Personal | Blah, Blah, Blah…
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Blah, Blah, Blah…. We spend too much time talking when we should be listening. Up Close and Personal. I have a phobia. Well, okay, so I have more than one. Who doesn’t? And this one is a biggie SPIDERS. I hate the way their legs move in a stealthy manner wherever they go, always leaving a silken thread to mark their territory. Yes, I know it’s not deliberate in the full sense of that word, but they do creep along one or two legs at a time making them seem all the more. After my shower, I reach in my lock...
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Star Struck | Blah, Blah, Blah…
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Blah, Blah, Blah…. We spend too much time talking when we should be listening. Robert DeNiro’s in town to visit his mother who is in the Cleveland Clinic (this was several years ago). My daughter’s favorite actor in all the world. She’d do anything to get a glimpse of him. So when she hears he’ll be at the Art Museum to view the Italian exhibit, she calls and asks when. Mom, Robert DeNiro’s at the Art Museum? Yeah, the Cleveland Art Museum. Let’s go up there.”. Yes, he’s there right. How do you know?
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On the Road to Nowhere | Blah, Blah, Blah…
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Blah, Blah, Blah…. We spend too much time talking when we should be listening. On the Road to Nowhere. We didn’t do the Willie Nelson On the Road Again. Thing that might have taken us on the back-country roads of West Virginia, Kentucky, or their equivalent. Nor did we go anywhere as exotic as Mandalay (in Myanmar, aka Burma) about which Frank Sinatra sang in On the Road to Mandalay. Frustrating, to the max, but welcomed. A challenge, so to speak. I felt like I did when I drove through big ranch country ...
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