Home Invasion

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

“I have an appointment at noon at Mayo, but I’d like to see you this afternoon.” – you’re welcome to come in!

Going about my day, I don’t hear from Jules.  Then, at 3:45 PM, I get a text, “I’ll be home in 20 minutes.” you can come right in!

I text her when I leave my office. You tell me when? It’s on your terms.

I arrive at Jules’ house, and the door is slightly opened – you can’t just walk in there, uninvited, through a closed door!

oh, but the door is propped open – I walk into the doorway, and Jules is standing in the front hallway. Infuriated!

“Mayo called with the results from today’s CTscan.  They found a blood clot in my lung, so I have to go back to Mayo – to the ER -and then learn how to give myself a shot of blood thinning meds twice a day.  I’m so infuriated.” – you can’t just invade me like this!

Our day-long desire to see each other was robbed, cut to a mere 5 minute face-to-face, as I watched Jules throw her arms up in the air and condemn her body’s invader,

“I’m sick of this –  – – this now?? why?” – I’m pressing all my weight against the door – I have slammed the door, but it keeps beating to get in – I thought you left, but now you’re back, pounding, trying to enter without my permission!


You have to go, Rache, I’ve been invaded, and even together, with all our combined muscle, we can’t close the door.


Juicy Jones

Sloaner, this morning I had this incredible God Wink! I was thinking, what should Jules and I call the “juicing” that I’m doing for her – I was trying to think of phrases and then this came to me:

First, for her birthday in July, you told me to give Jules the image of the Barcelona bike cart,  “Juicy Jones.” “JJ,” her initials!

Then, Heather admired my travel necklace and asked me to make some in November. When we were making the necklaces, Heather introduced me to juicing. For Christmas, you got me a juicer just in time for me to learn and to start making juice for Jules in January.

All the while, this image advertised what was coming –

God has been at work all this time – setting this up for Jules –

I love you for all your intuition and all your guidance – you’re my bez girl💞

 IMG_5599“Juicy Jones”  – RP Stillworks (2009)

So often, at the time a photograph is taken,

we have no idea its intended delivery-

We cater to the door on which

life knocks

and then juice it for all its worth.

I’m Not Done

“I’m not done.” – Jules,

sitting at her “Daddy’s table,” looking me in the eye and holding my hands.

“I’m not done.” 

after returning from her oncology appointment where she was told she has incurable, yet treatable Stage 4 lung cancer.

Jules’ words, yet again, help to clear the air and to create a positive picture.