January 4, 2014

2013 didn’t tick by in weeks and months, it passed in a series of three-month chunks, each punctuated by his quarterly visits to his oncologist.

 

On the one hand, each set of follow-up scans after his testicular cancer diagnosis at the tail-end of 2012 has been a little bit easier, for both of us. He knows what to expect, and I’m learning to — trying to — control my accompanying scanxiety. On the other hand, he’s now familiar with¬†drinking contrast and having needles in both arms, and I’m saying things like “quarterly visits to his oncologist”…

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Relay for Life of Manhattan

I’m participating in the first-ever Relay for Life of Manhattan at the Roseland Ballroom on June 1.

I’m usually not one to fundraise, but for the first time this year I saw cancer up close and personal. I want to make sure that other people who need to fight cancer WIN just like my Valentine did.

If you or anyone you know would like to support me and my team at the Relay, please click here.

Thank you so much. And here’s to kicking cancer’s butt!

To Cancer, On Valentine’s Day

Cancer:

I doubt you’re getting many love letters this Valentine’s Day. Don’t get excited — this isn’t one, either. But since you paid my Valentine a visit last month, I’d like to get a few things off my chest.

Our story was tricky enough without you. We met toward the end of our senior year of high school and really hit it off, only to leave for colleges hundreds of miles apart just a few short months later. We tried the long distance thing, which I’m sure even you would say was a bad idea. It only ever got harder. We tried keeping in touch while we dated other people without much luck, and we eventually drifted into what we now fondly refer to as “radio silence” before reconnecting at a mutual friend’s wedding (clich√©, I know) in 2011.

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