Monday, May 18, 2026

 there is no guarantee in today's life- cancer or no cancer

the gift of the moment-

the power of others discontent can be enough to throw a tiny pebble at your windshield 

my brother had committed to our mother's chemo treatments- of which the last two appointments land this week, of which all of a sudden he is no longer available.

Hospice is at my house , with my husband, and I do have feel utterly overwhelmed, when the expectation of my presence for my mother's final 2 appointments- seemingly rests on my shoulders. No wonder my back is in full spasm.

Is it the dilemma of my centered balance that I do not know who I am - if I were to tell my mother no.

Is it in the dilemma of my ego that I care what others "think" so If I do show up- that makes me a "great" person?


the dilemma of not fully understanding the full essence of my truth.

That I need to make a decision to be one person across the board.

My organic analysis- "The Spine" - THE UPRIGHT ATTITUDE, or Philosophy. How we "hold ourself upright" as a person (our posture) 'means' to the Body/Mind/Spirit Interface SELF-OPINION..which is determined by our basic philosphy in life. Anytime we experience trauma to that philosophy or the self-esteem it gives us, we may experience a sympathetic change in the spinal bones.. leading to a wide array of pains, spasms, nerve flow abnormalities and other problems. The holistic recommendation is Philosphic review.. Looking for my possible out of dated ideas about ourselves, that the trauma points-out.. as well as any SELF ESTEEM problems we may be having. it's about OPINION AND SELF ESTEEM that influences your posture in life. 

Saturday, April 4, 2026

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

Hospice

 What is hospice exactly ?

Why do hospitals say one thing but do another?

Similar to a friend that has two faces- two voices -

One to your face and one behind your back

The lack of authenticity is where I feel failed- more so for my poor husband . The pain of cancer- bone cancer - the pain of hope and trust - that your own oncologist would avoid you just because the emotional connection was too strong to break your heart with the very fact that you have officially become terminal- it’s simply cruel . The lack of preparedness is only the tip of the iceberg . I don’t even know  ……:

Thursday, February 26, 2026

The TO DO List...... en

 everyone has an idea for themself- what life is

what death is-

how many times I try to tell my mom how she should be doing her life- meanwhile, she has life under wing in experiences I will never be aware of as I am NOT HER, but one day I will be her age.....

My father left us when I was 3yrs old. How should she understand perspectives on divorce when her parents remained married - until first, gramps died and then some 20 yrs later , grandma died.


What gives one a deeper perspective may NOT for another. Who's to say?! 


I know how I felt after watching the Tibetan Book of the Dead Documentary, and what experience I had when my father died. How I was treated in the room, as his body rest in peace still warm, waiting for us to say our goodbyes, so they could put him into the human drawer awaiting the nexxt steps of the final unpacking of his suitcase officially evicting my father's soul from his physical shell. My perspective may have been too heavy for them, or offensive, or straight up corny. I don't really care but I guess I must if I write about it; I just know how he visited me & how I decided to share it- as I whispered to Dad, "No. I'd rather not , they will think I'm making this up!" and sure enough- that's how it happened. I followed my father's request - that was what I could do for him. They looked at me like "UR Nuts".....

NO ONE POINT OF VIEW IS BETTER OR "MORE CORRECT" THEN THE OTHER.

Each person has a right to believe what they want, what they are capable, what they experience... as I type this it feels like I have to give myself permission- like SIGN HERE, you consent. YES I DO> while most do not even have a perception or a "take" on such things. EYES WIDE SHUT>


Coming into a new chapter of end of life lawyers , the potential family collisions- the potential Family healing - why not include or project a positive here.... it's not death that I fear , it's the family drama that may occur from joining up the loose ends. My mother was recently diagnosed with lung cancer , as this rides parallel with my husband's on going fight for his life with bone cancer. At this point I don't even know which way to turn, Left or Right Or maybe just go straight ahead. I said to my brother, let;s get a lawyer to be the executor of moms estate.... you could see the text "writting" and stopping etc etc..... thus I got nothing- so at this point I can't say what he thinks of that. And how to interpret that is pointless. I got nothing, I want nothing, And I really want for absolutely nothing. I hate conflict of any sort! Praying we have grown past this behavior , however the worst one amongst sibling conflict- was Once upon a time back in Cali, very many years ago- the idea of someone speaking their perspective- I got bulldozed and cancelled leaving the last few days of that visit smelling like dead fish and no one was about to clean it up. My mother even abandoned me on that particular situation, not the first time either......- so this is why I fear the entire masterpiece of the end of life TO DO LIST. But isn't that the school of life for ya ? No one can do my homework for me- so I trudge along, & just want to be done with all of it. Call the lawyer- get the accounts settled and the decisions made. Let's get on with life after death- or death after life........whatever - because when I observe my mom or others around me- how much are we truly living when you just sit on your phone all day scrolling and trolling?


 My time is sacred, I go to work, I take care of my responsibilities, and I am in love with my hobbies.... there's little time for little things. And conflict is not on my to do list, That's for sure.

Knowing my loved ones that have passed on from this particular plane of "life" are still with us-

we just forgot how to "see them", and if one cares to, just quiet yourself and LISTEN. Our beloveds that have passed over are here with us, in us , all around us. Always. Listening- Listen......

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

Sunday, February 22, 2026

 Silent night 

 the snow falls

Nothing but slow floating

Time

Silent tears soft steel

Bent fears fighting for life

Fuck cancer 

So many layers

Just started seeing the grass 

Back into hiding 

Beneath inches 

Years of damage 

No one can heal accept 

Except me 

The lord is testing us?

The waiting game

The endgame

The temptation 

The change of which none has occurred 

Beyond gray hair and a plucking guitar 

Singing fire on the mountain …..

A slow climb up hill

Is the name of the game….. 

And oh what a beautiful pasture it will be 

Of golden wheat fields 

Flexing in the wind

Soft steel flowers - and names signed in glowing fire ambers - time exposed film ——

Life will begin again -

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

the white room

in the white room 
im blind 
So bright , the white
 it blurs my mind 
my thoughts are my imagination or is it my imagination is my mind?
 the snow, hot bright-
 the cold burns my heart.
 observing a man become a ghost, 
 Am I just making it up, waking up.... am I waking up? 
 blinded by the no
 know 
NO 
the cold, 
I k NO w longer feel.... 
in the white room it's so quiet it's loud. 
 But I keep climbing, 
the white fuzz blurs my senses none of them are around....
 buzzing around in the white puffy clouds 
 like sharp glass particles 
cutting streaming down my cheeks 
beecoming the dust 

 the incessent humming.... 
blinds my minds eyes 
tears evaporate in my hands
 or
 is it in my head 
my heart like an ocean rising up..... 
a tidal wave fears cover me in the white foam 
which way is up or is it down 

in the white room am I standing or drowning 
is there nothing there, nothing left?
in the white room the snow glares the mirage of hope
~cbn
xxxx