Mom's Cancer Lessons Continue

My mother was loving to all.

She taught her children well.

How to laugh, even when raising a mere smile seems impossible.
How to celebrate the smallest of victories as it is a positive step forward.
How to remain curious for learning never ceases.

Her living with cancer is a lesson both my late brother and I benefited from although she would have hated having had us put through it.

The occasional vent is fine, but a constant whine is not.
Continue to do for others.
Never give up hope.
Focus on even the tiniest wonders of nature and respect it.

Her valiant battle ended 26 years ago this year.

Luckily, her lessons continue thriving.

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Blasting the Blahs Away

What was causing my blahs? For almost a day, I felt them building. Mine usually start with being bored. I allow moments of boredom as I do to fears and tears. It is natural for what I am going through right now. But I know to grow concerned when my usual coping methods fail to straighten my course under typical time allowances. This was the case on Monday. I made a list of possible concerns: Was it the upcoming end of my chemo sessions? My tenuous housing situation? Having had to give away my car or even just the seeming endless rain? I finally settled on the most recent dreams where my late father played a starring role. The last member of my family, his death in 2011 had released him from great physical pain. Any and all nastiness he had thrown at me during the last two decades of his life were purposely forgiven as I chose to concentrate on blessings he had bestowed. Not as easy task, I admit, but necessary to move me forward in a positive light. The answer came

Controlling Your Cancer

We all have this power. regardless of our individual circumstances. Stay strong. 🌻 🌻 🌻

Only thing we have to fear

“ Only thing we have to fear… is fear itself.” With those words, President Franklin D. Roosevelt calmed a panicked nation and set a very high bar for future Inaugural speechwriters. Sometimes fear is an emotion that sneaks up suddenly and works fast to incapacitate. This photo represents is one of my earliest experiences. I’m not the kid, but that is the old Cyclone roller coaster once a main attraction of the legendary Palisades Park. Located across from Manhattan on the New Jersey side of the Hudson River it was constantly advertised on summertime TV, comic books and on radio by iconic 60’s DJ “Cousin Brucie”. I begged, pleaded and cajoled for years to go. Finally, at age ten my dream came true. We arrived at twilight as the temperatures diminished along with the entrance fee prices. New York’s epic skyline twinkled from the east. Did we start on calmer rides to get acclimated? Hell, no not with my father. Never one to “baby” me because I was a girl, we left

Cancer is only part of my journey

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