Just got this from a Ciao, Cancer! fan.

Hi Duper,

I recently stumbled upon your blog and then proceeded to read every entry! My father passed away from a GBM 6 years ago, so I can certainly relate to a lot of the things you talk about.  I wanted to write to you to see if you would mention something about an event I’m helping to plan on your blog.  I currently work for Accelerate Brain Cancer Cure in Washington, DC.  We are putting on a 5K Run/Walk on March 6th, 2011 in Florida.  I know you live in NY, but I bet you have readers from Florida! If you wouldn’t mind posting something, I can send you a short blurb, or you can just list our website www.fbc5k.org.  If you want to start a team and either fly to Florida in March (it’d be warmer than NY!) or participate virtually, I can certainly help you do that!

Thanks so much, in advance, for your support!

In hope for a cure,

Reavey

Read on to learn about the 2011 Florida Brain Cancer 5K.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and you’d think that people would be focused on, well, raising awareness–and money to support research. Instead, some controversial campaigns to advance the cause may have had the opposite effect. Welcome to The Boobs Controversy.

I mentioned in yesterday’s post that I received a clean bill of health after my brain MRI last week. What I left out is that the way in which I received the news almost killed me.

I spent last week on the Cape with some great friends from Italy, their three sons, and Netsai, whom some of you know about from earlier posts one and two on dating post-cancer. While the kids—aged 3, 5, and 7—drove me crazy on more than one occasion, I did think about how much I’d like to have children of my own. The question for me, after more than a year-and-a-half of chemo, is whether it’s even possible.

In yesterday’s post, “Ask and ye shall receive. Really.“, I talked about the importance of reaching out for help, particularly in the health arena. I injured my foot a few months ago and found out last week that I’d actually managed to break it. I wanted to know whom to see–a top-notch orthopedist as old breaks can be problematic–and how to stay in shape if I were to have to withdraw from my fitness class. My normal approach would be DIY: conducting online research to find the doctor and learn about my fitness options. But this time was different. I sent emails and called people who I thought might be able to help me. All responded, one of whom was Jon Quinn, the head of Captain Quinn’s Fitness Boot Camp.

After learning a few days ago that I’d managed to break a bone in my right foot, I decided to do something that’s relatively new to me in regard to personal health. I asked for help.