Post-op
It has been seven years since I had major surgery after a long illness, surgery that put me on a path to healing. Usually on this anniversary I re-share certain […]
My father grows the best tomatoes. Every year, during what New Englanders can still quaintly call “harvest time”, that time when we race the calendar to make the most of
“Margaret, I didn’t know you were a runner.” “Oh, I’m not, not really” I said this the day after running my 19th half-marathon, and immediately sensed how ridiculous I sounded.
The other night, unexpectedly, a flash of pain in my stomach made me bolt up in bed. An old hand at GI issues, I knew the pain was further “upstream”
I noticed it for the first time during the Exsultet at the Easter Vigil. Despite being focused on a lot of words and a lot of notes, despite being unnerved