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What I learned from dying; I might be going bald

  Soon, allegedly, the sun will feel a little hotter, breezes will be just a bit tougher to notice, and my shampoo bill will plummet. I’ve been told that on this new chemo treatment I have anywhere from a pretty good chance to a who knows how good a chance at losing my hair. I…

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What I learned from dying; Now I lose my dog?

It’s been an excruciatingly long, hard week. On the same day that I finished up a column about how doctors considered my being alive a miracle, I had an appointment with my oncologist where one of the only things I remember him saying is “what we’re doing isn’t working anymore.” That means that Keytruda, the near-miracle…

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“Love me like I’m dying.”

As Dave Taylor has been in the hospital since last Thursday, September 16th, with minimal bouts of consciousness, I have offered to humbly guest author his column for this week. If you’ve read Dave’s columns over the last few months, you’ll find me mentioned throughout, although there was one edition, August 18th, he made me…

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What I learned from dying; How do I say thank you?

I learned several things this week, but the main thing is I learned it’s impossible to sufficiently say thank you when you’re being overwhelmed with love and support from your community. My thank yous simply can’t keep up with the outpouring of love and support. From the first moment that people began to find out…

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What I learned from dying; Just a little bit more

Tuesday I was tired, like, can’t sit up straight tired. I was on the sofa leaning over, struggling to seem like I was even alert. Truth be told, I stay that tired most of the time, but this time it turned into a lesson that I thought I’d learned years ago and apparently hadn’t: a…

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What I learned from dying; False alarms

This week I learned a little bit about false alarms and being falsely alarmed. Last week I was unable to receive my chemo treatments for stage four esophageal cancer because my white blood count was too low. That, at least to me, was alarming. Until that point all of my blood work had come back…

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What I learned from dying; How to live intentionally

I learned two lessons this week in two very different ways. First, I learned that when faced with a dire situation like stage 4 cancer, I must live very intentionally and choose each day – and each moment – to not let it overwhelm me. Second, I learned that when dry heaving into a trash…

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