What is NOT Cancer 3

Four dozen, five dozen, six dozen tomatoes from our “horse trough” vegetable garden.

Caprese salad and wine in the garden with two of our dearest friends in the world.

Butterflied chicken with rosemary that does not stick to the grill. Victory!

A swallowtail butterfly as big as my hand that pauses on our butterfly bush.

Finding homes for most of our perennial plants.

Thin-crust, coal-fired pizza at Grimaldi’s, at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge.

Meeting a college friend and her family for pizza and still feeling that we can just talk, after not seeing each other for 20 years.

Finding out there’s a Grimaldi’s in Reno, Nevada, only three and a half hours from San Francisco.

Young people playing soccer at dusk in Brooklyn Bridge Park, the Statue of Liberty in the distance, the lights of lower Manhattan across the East River, the double swoop of the Brooklyn Bridge behind. BBP is sublime.

Sliding under clean, soft sheets.

Sleeping well, for once.

Riding a friend’s Brompton folding bike past Brooklyn brownstones on a summer morning, the pleasure of good engineering, solidly made.

Finding a no-iron, Lyra miracle skirt that I adore; contemplating wearing it out to dinner during our cross-country drive.

The fact that there’s STILL no humidity in New York City. The weather gods must not be paying attention, but we’ll take it.

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About leftbreast

I have had breast cancer. I was diagnosed at 47, and am now 49. I have finished "active treatment," two surgeries, chemo, radiation, monoclonal antibodies. These days, I only take a drug to suppress my uptake of estrogen, since my tumor was highly reactive to that hormone. I have been married to my husband Pete for 21 years. I have a stepdaughter, Maureen, 30, and a daughter, Erin, 10. I've been a freelance magazine journalist for 20-plus years, covering everything from Chinese foreign policy to Catholic nuns to endangered species. I have had a great life. I have lived in Asia and all over the United States. I have spent nights with tree-sitters in Oregon and with astronomers at the Mauna Kea observatory in Hawaii. I've been to a cocktail party on the poopdeck of a British destroyer docked in Shanghai. I've taken the bus to Tibet, and tramped through the cloud forests of Panama with biologists. A magazine sent me on a raft trip down the Colorado through the Grand Canyon; another sent me to cooking school for a week. I have spent time with celebrities, presidents and heroin dealers. I love my work. I have a loving, supportive family and more friends than I probably deserve. I have had the space and time to camp, ski, cycle, garden, cook and spoil my pets (an Australian shepherd, a German shepherd and a tabby cat). If it all ended tomorrow, I would have to say that it has been a really, really good ride. When I was in thick of treatment, I was simply fighting for more time. Now, I'm trying to connect the experience of cancer with the rest of my life, with the time that's been won. I hope the cancer never comes back, but if it does, I'll be ready. That's what this blog is about.
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One Response to What is NOT Cancer 3

  1. Michael Fawcett says:

    Good list. Keep it going!

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