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Aisling Carroll was born and raised in San Francisco. A former Washington, D.C. reporter, she has worked in politics and marketing. Seven years ago -- at the age of 32 and living in Dublin, Ireland -- Aisling was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Luckily, the chemo knocked out the cancer, and she is now clawing her way back to the well world -- one doctor, drug and hot roller at a time.

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5 Reasons to Admire Irish Women

(1) Comments | Posted March 12, 2014 | 6:45 PM

"Who's this eejit?" My Irish-born mom asked me as she ironed a grey tablecloth while watching The Bachelor's Sean on a beach date. An embarrassing choice of TV viewing on my part.

She also wanted to know why more than a dozen women were "trotting off after him." Her...

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My John Madden Mom

(6) Comments | Posted May 11, 2013 | 12:20 AM

"Let's injure somebody," our mom declared in a rally-like voice from the La-Z-Boy as we watched our 49ers defense line up against the Ravens on the TV.

"Mom! You're a nurse," my brother Rory admonished.

"Yeah, and a Eucharistic minister," I piled on, solely to make her feel worse.

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5 Reasons to Love Irish Men

(19) Comments | Posted March 15, 2013 | 10:46 AM

I stand in a twelve-person deep line at Dublin airport, quickly overcome by the feeling of a furnace on my face. The bright shamrocks on the screens in front of me begin to shake, the loud voices over the intercom grow quiet and I drop down on one knee.

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Cancer Support Groups Weren't For Me -- Until...

(0) Comments | Posted September 10, 2012 | 10:49 AM

I exit the elevator at casino level and catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror wearing a black and baggy "Stupid Cancer" t-shirt.

I feel a flush of hot regret in my cheeks for wearing this conference apparel just as dozens of doll-like women...

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Oscar Movies: An Ode to Films You Won't See Celebrated Sunday Night

(0) Comments | Posted February 24, 2012 | 1:37 PM

My pen hovers over "The Help" and "The Tree of Life" on my fake Oscar ballot. I can't decide what bubbles to shade in under Best Picture, Best Director or Best Actress, because I haven't seen these emotionally charged movies. I shun them. My movie picks these days are less...

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I Put My Body On eBay

(203) Comments | Posted February 18, 2012 | 11:25 AM

With one eye open and one closed -- it feels like an energy saver -- I stare at the eBay page and click on "Sell an item." I slump low in my chair and type out my ad: "Broken (but spirited) body seeks new owner." I weigh inserting an exclamation...

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New Year's Resolutions: Why I'm Done with Them

(48) Comments | Posted December 26, 2011 | 7:15 AM

"I invite you to consider your life wheel," says the lithe, springy-haired leader of this goal-setting seminar. "Is each part of the wheel equally inflated? Does it roll?"

I look down at my wobbly-looking wheel on the lilac piece of paper in front of me with amusement....

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Why My BFFs Are My Chore Whores

(13) Comments | Posted December 9, 2011 | 10:48 AM

I sit on my living room floor, lean my head back against my green couch and try to focus. Squint-eyed, I gaze up in awe at Katy, who sits above me and holds my cell phone like a bolt of lightning while she effortlessly dials Comcast. I think she might...

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How to Woo a Doctor

(182) Comments | Posted November 8, 2011 | 12:06 AM

I drive past my HMO's "increase your laugh expectancy" bulletin board. I swear and stare down at chaotic pages of doctors' reports, which teeter across the hand brake of my car. As I jerk my head back up to the freeway in front of me, I recite phrases from the...

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How I Date After Cancer

(74) Comments | Posted October 25, 2011 | 8:51 AM

With an impressive amount of Cha Cha blush on my cheeks, I lie down flat on my hardwood floor. As I hoist my legs up against the living room wall, I admire my new skinny jeans. This pre-date pose ensures I won't swoon around Scott, literally. It wards against blackouts.

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