
My stint with a low-iodine diet, in preparation for the radiated iodine therapy, was fine, though I really missed two things: ice cream and hot sauce. (Not at the same time….)
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My stint with a low-iodine diet, in preparation for the radiated iodine therapy, was fine, though I really missed two things: ice cream and hot sauce. (Not at the same time….)
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In “Good Luck and Cancer,” I wrote that my stint with cancer had lasted only three months from discovery to recovery. It turns out that this was a bit optimistic — though, I hope, not by much.
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Generally, I haven’t been too fazed by birthdays ending with a zero. 30, 40, even 50 didn’t feel that different from other years. But there’s something equal parts weird and mundane about turning 60.
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A couple weeks ago, a couple weeks before his sixteenth birthday, the Younger told me that he’s recently been on a “nostalgia kick.”
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In the early ’80s, I got my hands on my first multi-track recorder: a Teac 4-channel reel-to-reel tape recorder.
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As I wrote in Good luck and cancer, I posted a series of updates on Facebook, documenting my whirlwind encounter with cancer. I’ve collected them here, just for simplicity’s sake.
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The optimist, the joke goes, sees the glass of milk and says, “It’s half full.” The pessimist sees the glass of milk and says, “It’s half empty.”
The cynic sees the glass of milk and says, “It’s probably sour.”
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