This year, I was honored to not only be the co-captain of the Brandeis Alumni Relay for Life team but also was asked to give the survivor speech. In front of an audience of seven hundred, primarily students between the ages…
This year, I was honored to not only be the co-captain of the Brandeis Alumni Relay for Life team but also was asked to give the survivor speech. In front of an audience of seven hundred, primarily students between the ages…
Two years in remission is approaching and I find myself having time to think – not about cancer – but about everything else. When I was a kid, I wanted a job where I could think. Today, I get to watch…
On top of a cliff overlooking New Paltz and the Hudson Valley, Birdy reached out her arms and said, “After this, who cares about 5 years? The cancer is not coming back! I don’t care anymore!” Graduation day at cancer camp…
For a year of my life, more people than I ever imagined called me brave, complimented my courage, or told me they didn’t know how I could deal with what I faced. To be honest, I feel like a complete…
I have developed a lot of superstitions after getting sick. I never say that I’m cured. I bristle when I think about the word “remission”. I never let my brain dwell too hard on relapse. If any of these thoughts cross…
I’ve been holding off on this post because of a particularly nasty relapse scare last week – even people who had lymphoma occasionally have lymph nodes swell to the size of marbles and it’s still OK. So now, after what…
Thanksgiving. Like many, I will spend the day gorging myself on way too much food, planning out my strategic holiday shopping attack, and beginning what will be a very busy month of Christmas movies and music (I’m a Jew who…
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about math. More specifically, why I hate math.
A few weeks ago I drove myself to Dana-Farber (which is a fairly horrifying drive if you’re not used to driving in the heart of Boston) to meet with Dr. Arnie Freedman, the head of the lymphoma department and also…
We have a tenuous relationship. I’m glad to have him around but he’s the type of friend who tags along but isn’t someone you really get along with. Yes, he’s my disability placard.
Allie E. Morse 