In my continuing disillusionment with the Mayo (which remains the pinnacle of western medical care), I doggedly advocated for myself again.  Which is a thankless and emotionally tumultuous endeavor, I might add.  I had a mammogram a few weeks ago with the “old” technology, and was declared “good to go” for a whole year.  That…

That role never ends, I am learning the hard way.  The terrain surrounding the battlefield to champion your post-cancer health in the best possible way is fraught with landmines and negative energy. How crazy is that?! Once chemo was over, I thought the hard part was behind me.  But every day I am faced with…

I used to hate the color pink…too girly girl for me, and wouldn’t ya know that’s all my mother wanted to dress me in.  I was more of a tomboy as a kid, so petty coats and pink hair ribbons were not my thing.  I have learned to love the color…for its vibrance, the joy…

I am humbled to my core that so many people, literally hundreds a week, continue to read judyblueyes.  It has been well over six months since my last entry, and since then I have gone to great, even pyrrhic, lengths to literally and spiritually close that chapter of my life.  The day after my final…

Imagine my surprise to wake up this morning to learn that it is my birthday…on the Mayan  calendar.  And what a truly powerful day this has turned out to be for me.  The Tzolkin calendar runs on a 260 day cycle, so how propitious a time for me to celebrate my birthday. I am definitely…

As I continue my journey to a healthier, more spiritual way of life now that my treatment is all but concluded, I find myself in an emotionally fragile state of mind as I continue my travel towards a higher frequency.  The HOLIDAYS (usually preceeded by the word DREADED) have been a source of exponentially increasing…

I hesitate to belabor this transitional time of uncertainty and my overwhelming sense of oppression of spirit, but I am reminded of an old scuba diving excursion where I actually got confused about which way was up.  As in, up to the surface where there is fresh air and life without an oxygen tank on…

When a tree falls in the forest… That’s how it felt yesterday as I went through my final (and I say that with ALL conviction and belief) chemo treatment at the Mayo.  I felt apprehension, disconnection.  Discombobulation, even.  I was blessed that H took the day off to be by my side for this closure…

With a forty-eight hour penalty.  Arghh.  Apparently the universe feels that I need more time practicing patience and living in the now.  In its uber-efficient manner of scheduling itineraries a mile long filled with a gazillion tests, consults and probings, the Mayo has snuck in a colonoscopy (really?!?) on Tuesday, pushing my chemo back to…