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…

“We can never know about the days to come, But we think about them anyway, yay.” What a bizarre, wonderful, horrific and provocative time this is for me.  After a whirlwind but fun adventure in Asheville, I flew to Denver and helped pack up a huge house, running up and down two flights of stairs,…

We spent our last night in our beloved Franktown home on an air mattress in front of the fire, puppies snuggled by our sides.  Sooo many memories swirled in my head.  Fabulous parties that we hosted with such joy.  I will miss my gourmet kitchen, perhaps not most, but up there.  Too many illnesses to…

Last night we celebrated the life of Madeline Kimmel, who passed to the other side one year ago.  Since things generally come in “threes”, that was also the time that I was diagnosed with breast cancer and Cathy Kimmel (Madeline’s daughter and Annie’s sister) was diagnosed with colon cancer.  I flew out to Asheville post-surgery/pre-chemo…