Posts Tagged "cancer"

My Wobbly Bicycle, 124

Posted by on Nov 11, 2016 in Archive | 20 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 124

What to do now? Besides our monthly donation to Planned Parenthood, we’ve added a monthly donation to Planned Parenthood Action Fund. We are doubling our monthly donation to Natural Resources Defense Council (NRDC). We’re joining People for the American Way. What else? What else?   I feel very much the way I felt when I found out I had cancer. Really. Going about my day, putting dishes in the dishwasher, folding clothes, answering email, and like a shock wave over my body, the renewed realization. Nothing, nothing, would ever be the same. Something I couldn’t see or hear or...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 80

Posted by on Sep 24, 2014 in Archive | 15 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 80

How do you turn a blog into a book? Can you turn a blog into a book? ”Writer’s Digest has all sorts of pointers, like, “find an angle and make sure your posts all fit that angle,” and “edit your posts.” Well. Sometimes I feel my age. If you have to be told that, what are you doing trying to write a book in the first place? I suspect My Wobbly Bicycle is book material. I’ve put all the posts together, from my first announcement of my cancer diagnosis to the most recent when I say I’m basically living a normal life, again. I went through and took out all blog references. I...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 75

Posted by on Jul 2, 2014 in Archive | 17 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 75

My Wobbly Bicycle, 75 I had no idea that an all-clear signal from my oncologist would rattle my innards so profoundly. It doesn’t mean much—he said so. But for me, it set off a series of adjustments as if I had just crawled out from under the rubble of a bombed-out building. I’d been down there a long time in the dark—dirt, sand, creaking timbers—injured, starving and thirsty. I’d nearly died. Now what? Can I ever go back to who I was? Who I thought I was? What now? No joke. That big a shift. Take the metaphor of my hair. Take my hair. It’s too curly for me. Well, of course...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 60

Posted by on Feb 5, 2014 in Archive | 0 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 60

A friend who also has had serious cancer said she could get no writing done while she was in treatment. She organized her books. I, on the other hand, got a fair number of poems written last winter while I was in treatment. Now that I’m done, I’m unable—unwilling?—to write. I’m organizing. Everything. The Brown family saves everything. I’ve been organizing boxes and boxes of love letters from my mother to my father when he was overseas during WW II, and letters from my father to his brother Richmond, and hundreds of photos taken at the cottage, and in Columbia, MO, ancestors’...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 53

Posted by on Dec 11, 2013 in Archive | 7 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 53

 “Many years later I understood that because of the privations and the poverty of their lives, Russians in general liked to entertain themselves with misery: they played with it like children, and they were rarely ashamed to be wretched.” That’s from Maksim Gorky’s Childhood, that has just come out in a new translation. This is from the end of Chapter X.  He goes on: “In the endless tedium of daily life, grief becomes a holiday; a fire’s an entertaining show. On a blank face, even a scratch is a beauty mark.” Gorky’s childhood was full of yelling, abandonment, drunkenness,...

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