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How Me As my lips closed around the plastic circle and water tipped from the Poland Spring bottle into my mouth and down my throat, the thought intruded: What else am I drinking with this water? Plastic might be my enemy. I never asked myself “why me.” I obsessed about “how.”  There’s no history of [...]

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Prologue Clutching the mike is what new comics do.  It gives the illusion of control.  Not a bad thing to want, standing on a stage and performing stand-up comedy for the first time.  After the opening joke explained away my bald head – “Never piss off your hair stylist” – the audience was in.  I [...]

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The Kindness of Strangers Betsy’s first words to me: “How’s the constipation?” I instantly knew she understood. Chemo, hair loss, fatigue, nausea – these were the usual things people talked about with those of us who had cancer.  Not shit. Not lack of it.  Not the immobilizing, bloated, out of control, backed up, doubled-over painful, [...]

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Third Game Plan Marty Linsky is unimpressed with my ambition to join Donald Trump on The Apprentice and his slightly raised eyebrows indicate only marginal amusement with my stand-up comedy endeavors.  I had not planned to tell him about either during our informational interview, but now, over coffee in the Portland International Jetport, I seem [...]

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Career Ennui Inbox stalking is never an attractive avocation.  Three days have passed since my brave little email swooshed into cyberspace, hopes clinging to it like an invisible attachment.  On day three, the awaited reply dings in. “Yes, I’d be happy to meet with you.”  Back and forth exchanges result in a date several weeks [...]

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December 26, 2003: Unexpected Invitation “You have cancer.” The space between my brain and my ears fills with foam, buffering sound.  The pastel exam room, small when we walked in, is suddenly cavernous, the doctor farther away on her swivel stool. Her mouth opens and closes and I think, I’m supposed to be catching the [...]

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The Parents We get home from the doctor’s, unsure of what to do next.  I send Ramona to the gym so she can settle her mind by stressing out her muscles. “I’m okay,” I tell her.  “There’s nothing we can do right now, anyway.  Take care of yourself.  That’s going to be important.” “What are [...]

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Treatment Day One The television above the foot of the bed distracts me from the nurse with her intravenous needle.  Xena: Warrior Princess is on, as it is every morning on the Oxygen network. The show has become my morning coffee ritual.  Roll carefully out of bed, hand against my abdominal bandage. Make coffee. Watch [...]

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Free Floating Anxiety Ramona has not come home. She’s two hours late. I fight panic. She’s been in a car accident.  She was car jacked.  She’s been kidnapped.  She’s at the hospital and can’t call me because she’s in a coma and the ER people have no way to contact me. When she was a [...]

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Beyond Basic When we bought our oversized, many pillowed couch – the couch I now spend my recovery days on – the furniture saleswoman described it as “aubergine,” a fancy name for eggplant and an even fancier name for purple. A visitor has yet to enter our home and comment, “What a lovely aubergine couch [...]

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