My Mom’s Depression Spaghetti 

When we were young many moons ago. We didn’t eat meat on Friday during Lent. Five siblings with good appetites. This was truly a favorite and we sometimes request it on an ordinary day. 

Years later I couldn’t help recognize the flavor in the enhanced & popular Vodka Sauce, minus the procuitto & vodka.

Thinking of my Mom today & granddaughter visiting I reminisced……

Hope your little ones enjoy this as much as we had !


1 lb Spaghetti 

1 lb yellow & white American    Cheese 1/2 each cubed

1 stick butter

3 12 ounce cans Tomato Soup

Cook and drain spaghetti drain immediately adding cheese & butter mixing well 


Add heated soup ….. I prefer keeping it cheesy chunky!


A Thousand Words…

Morning Surprise visit my youngest grands…..

Much love & good health to all


The Simple Things 

While most continue conversing on Super Bowl 50 Beyoncé & the presidential candidates, my mind focuses on Thursday. My 18th & final chemo treatment…..Whew! 

Long time coming, consequently another week of potential side effects as well, but the finish line in sight. Oh to breath fresh air…

I so look forward to the simple things. Sleeping through the night, easily bathing & dressing, walking up & down stairs to get the mail or do my own laundry. 

Getting in my car and going to the market, picking out fresh veggies & fruit. Or sitting in a restaurant enjoying a favorite meal I can actually taste. 

Most of all….. Walking my Maltese “Ruby Tuesday ” who so patiently & lovingly never left my side. I’m guilt ridden for all these past months she missed our play time and long strolls. She has the cutest wiggle and happy face as we go.

Oh the simple things!

Yellow Brick Road..

Just a dream? Exactly how I felt upon awakening yesterday morning. Two days replenished blood transfusions with no side effects of chemo. Joyous reclaiming my body as the ability to walk and function through out the day. 

A good day to enjoy what most take for granted. As each day unveiled obstacles & fears, I’m blessed with a support group guiding me through. At times I felt lost and held my breath for hours as I encountered various obstacles. Unlike Dorothy my journey was real, though I fantasized people around me each served a purpose to benefit me. A friend who’s heart overwhelmingly sheltered my fears. 

Amazed by another intolerant to a crisis, beared shoulders to cry on.

Many others hiding their fear, showering  me with laughter and love. 

There was a young girl awaiting a room at the cancer center, eyes empty and taught facial features. 

It was a slow compromise introducing our purpose there…. I handed her my card offering a choice to an open mind on the reality of cancer, and the importance of positivity. I carry great hope she will never feel alone or singled out …. By the wicked disease. We are all walking the road together! 

One day Cancer will be swept away.

The Count….

So it seems ’twas not an alien, today was my 17th of 18 treatments. Exhausted beyond fatigue my blood count results failed. I had a blood transfusion following chemo and will return to St Barnabas Cancer Center for another in the morning. 

Assistance was needed to walk …. Just as I prepared to call it quits. Dr Wagmiller explained the low count. Yes I was doing well & consistent with the program. 

Imagine you were attacked by Vampires leaving your  blood drained. It will be replaced and you’re back on track. I love her.

My fellow Warriors, never give up! Although everything & anything is anticipated there are solutions. 

Feeling better.

Count on it!

On the Side….

For weeks I’d convinced myself “I got this” …..

Mind over matter combined with phenomenal support and faith, piece of cake? Denial.

Just as a woman’s delivery pain is eased holding her newborn; the memories flashback in the duration of the next pregnancy. 

Double chemo is quite similar. I’ll rephrase that… Chemo 

Last Thursday was my final dose of double meds leaving two single treatments. Of course I was familiar with the side effects but the reality I placed aside, to get me through. 

It’s a creeping ordeal with each treatment & following effects totally out of order. Last night ….. Insomnia. A slow and consistent itch, feet, hands, the unreachable area of your back, eyes everywhere & anywhere. Take Benadryl ….. Shower; scrubbing as though you could wash the chemo away …. Not

Sheets no blanket, blankets no coverage, one two or three pillows, try the sofa, back to bed, TV music or silence. Watching the time. Talk to yourself, God & loved ones past.


Good Morning 

In the Wee Small Hours …

Fatigue confuses me …… Rest or sleep. Slipping in & out of consciousness, throughout the day & during my treatment. I begin with a full breakfast & my lunch consists of a sandwich, fruit, yogurt & a snack. Immediately in the infusion room the feasting begins. Perhaps being nervous my first visit with no encounter of nausea, led me to believe food absorbs the chemo. 

Hard to remember much afterwards,usually I’m asleep. Arriving home ….. Deep sleep & naps throughout the day. 

Come night and I’m wide awake. Night is silent as my mind is racing…… Various thoughts & prayers, my spirituality is tested by my darkest fears yet I’ve got this! I’m totally positive this will pass. 

I focus on a purpose…. 


My passion for culinary arts developed naturally. I believed satisfying others at my table was the task. Losing my taste buds made me aware of how I enjoyed a fine pallet. Not to mention the effect when my favorite dishes became irritating to digest.

Bland is best.

Wearing a protective mask recommended to avoid germs. A must at all cost. However, please  note nasal passages alter due to loss of hair, no kitchen aroma. Yet stuck in an elevator shared with another drowned in perfume is nauseating. Why wear it in a hospital?

Whenever I regain strength a full therapeutic massage is in need. My body is numb & sore due to lack of activity. Epsom salt baths are a lifesaver.

As though an alien has taken over my body or detached from myself, various occurances appear. Extreme nosebleeds, invest in a humidifier, especially in cold months as heat dries nasal passages. 

Tingling burning numbness which began rather annoying quickly became intolerant. Basically the feet and hands. Unfortunately this tends to occur at night. Scarlet blotches which seem to blister as your skin peels. Neosporin heavily applied twice daily resolves the issue. By no means should you wear socks! 

For a short time my eyes watered and became itchy …… Neosporin on the eyelids worked as well. 

On my first appointment with my Oncologist she provided me with various prescribed meds to help with nauseousness ….. I didn’t experience any for my first eleven treatments…..

Lucky me

Doctor Doctor 

Somethings wrong. I know this well, through the years my physical well being is important to me. My parents passed early in age, my belief due to poor health & obesity. I instill healthy eating habits & exercise. Avoid plastic & styrofoam, annoying to some LOL.With cancer on the rise & widespread familiarizing myself with antioxidants…. Prevention?

Cancer has a mind of its own. 

Primary doctor diagnosed diverticulitis …. Not

Horrid reaction to antibiotics en route to ER….. C Scan …Ovarian cancer. 

Fortunately he golfs, club members…. Doctors 

He makes a phone call and I’m guided to the best surgeon. Follow on to Oncologist. 

Research…. Pay attention… Every word counts. Before chemo…No caffeine, drink plenty of water & most important eat, eat & eat. To the point of force feeding yourself.

After treatment rest, rest & rest. You don’t have much of a choice as you experience fatigue. I can’t lift a fork & I use my fingers…tiny frequent bites of numerous small meals. Your body & functions are no longer your own. Stay Positive keeping a constant reminder this will pass.

I truly believe confidence in your doctor & faith gets you through….

Although know for sure Everything & Anything is anticipated. 

I commend St Barnabas Cancer Center & Staff.

Who’s Who

Honestly I am so blessed, family & friends near and far being supportive & caring. Unexpected surprise visits and gifts, I humbly feel embarrassed though I embrace the gestures. 

I lost a best friend to the battle a few years ago, my Mom a decade ago …. Thought I knew it all dealing with cancer, by no means . 

I can’t count the times now reflecting on them. Was I there enough? Did I comfort them as much as I feel the need ? How, Oh how they suffered…. 

I’m genuinely a high spirited happy being. When diagnosed; I upfront told my loved ones & Doctor no chemo for me. Not going on that emotional roller coaster with them, take my best days  leaving with a smile. 

What  a mind change seeing her reaction….. And his. My vision directed deep into the soul. My sister so devastated & despaired, and he so frightened, never before seen, he is my rock who crumbled before me. He’d never admit to it, he’s old school. 

My heart broken to see their pain. They were frightened, I accepted the challenge. I humorously tease her, as I reinforce an unknown strength to aid him. I need them immensely yet I desire to comfort them. It’s working. 

Worst sleepless night I’m alone by choice, in the morning we go to the doctor for my pathology report. I spoke to God all night, ask forgiveness ask for strength, how do I say goodbye? My children, my heart & blood, how sad. 

So pathology report was good, not surprised he dropped off my sister and I, said he couldn’t be there. He was so happy and assured on the news. I know he loves me. 

Visitors….. Many come as normal as possible, some look at me Crying! That’s a bit much, kick in my sense of humor to ease the atmosphere… Hmmmm doesn’t work, abruptly I respond they should leave one is dying here, not today. 

I maintain positivity for all. My spirituality relieves my fear. I do this for me and those around me. Quite a juggling act. 

What matters most is not who’s who …. 

I am 

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