Archive for the ‘Life After Cancer’ Category

Associated Reactions. . . Ever Have ‘Em??

In my recent post on how smells affected our memory I neglected to write about my associated reaction with the Metro North Train to NYC. Since surviving cancer my love of NYC has been somewhat tainted. I had all of my surgery, treatment, and followup visits at Sloan Kettering in the city. I feel very...
August 17th, 2009 | Life After Cancer | Read More

I Had Cancer. . . Does That Revoke My Right To Sweat The Small Stuff??

I have been pondering this a lot lately. Probably because I have been struggling with an anxious mind in recent days. When I am anxious I worry. When I worry I tend to complain. I hate when I am like that. I swore to myself that if I survived cancer I would never complain again. Not about a bad...
August 1st, 2009 | Life After Cancer | Read More

Wine, Women, and Song

A few weeks ago at my OT job I had the opportunity to work with a centurian.  At 100 years old this man was still on his feet, taking care of most his own needs, and very willing to participate in his rehab.  Whenever I work with those super old patients I become very inquisitive.  I wonder about...
July 23rd, 2009 | Life After Cancer | Read More

What’s That Smell ??

Throughout my life I have always had a heightened sense of smell. And that sense in particular has always been very connected to my memory. Some of my favorite smells are my Amarige perfume, lavendar, buttercream scented candles, fresh linens, my grandma’s gravy (what we italians called sauce,...
July 12th, 2009 | Life After Cancer | Read More

Shutterbuggin

  I was surprised I grabbed my camera that morning. I hadn’t so much as touched it in a while. And I am not sure why. Photography has become a needed hobby of mine. Something necessary to keep me grounded. It is something I started a short time before my cancer diagnosis and during my treatment...
July 3rd, 2009 | Life After Cancer | Read More

The Hair Thing

On  SATC when Samantha was diagnosed with breast cancer and faced losing her hair she went wig shopping. As she sat in the chair trying on a few wigs, disliking most of them, she told the wig guy “my hair is my thing”  And isn’t that so true.  I know it was for me. I had a harder...
June 23rd, 2009 | Life After Cancer | Read More