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Pear of Angels, Please
Nope, that’s not a typo. That’s pear as in the fruit that is – when you catch it just right – one of the best flavors on the planet. More about that in a moment. Health update: not much to report,...
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A Wednesday Night in Carrboro
With incalculable help from local friends, I hosted a fund-raising social event on Sept. 28 at a community-oriented restaurant in Carrboro, the cool, funky town adjacent to Chapel Hill. By all...
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Super-charging the immune system
Alternative title: “n=1” Just a week after my last post, I already have something to say. It’s positive and (by my standards) brief, so why not? As I start writing this, it is 9am on Friday Oct. 7. At...
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“Bouncing Back” Part One: Resilience
16 months into this awkward brain tumor journey, I’m feeling well and musing about how I got here. This is not a search for the cause of my glioblastoma; that will remain unknown. Rather, it’s a silent...
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“Bouncing Back” Part Two: Hope
As my reminiscing continues, it’s time to tackle part two of this “Bouncing Back” series of posts. My greatest asset in fighting cancer is hope. It helps me stay positive, and is fundamental to my...
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“Bouncing Back” Part Three: Facing Hardship with Grace
Introspection continues In October, I started a four-part blog post series that I call “Bouncing Back.” In this brain tumor-forced journey, we’ve endured unpredictable drops and turns, and yet...
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“Bouncing Back”Part Four: Inspiration from Angels in my Path
The last in this series of blog posts was promised as a tribute to a few of the people who have appeared on the path of my brain tumor journey and helped me persevere and soar. I like to call them my...
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Not Where I’m Supposed to Be
On the morning of April 2nd, my family awoke to the news that my father had died during the night. Upon hearing this, I was not where I should have been. I belonged next to my mother and brothers in...
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Have you ever wished to borrow Dorothy’s ruby slippers to just take you home on command? We did, a month ago, when confined to rehab for an expected twenty-one days. But Dorothy’s slippers reside at...
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