The holidays were crazy days. My agenda was so full. I am still doing stuff I said I would do over vacation. My mammogram was normal. (Thank God!) It was a crazy day. I went from the craziness of the holidays to working the night before my mammogram. I woke to a bad morning. I love my glasses, but the frame is so light colored. I can’t seem to find them a lot or I drop them. I get out of the shower to discover my glasses missing. I half stepped on them, which bent the frame. Oh wonderful from holidays to back to work to mammogram morning.
The day couldn’t get much worst, when at the hospital, I discovered my wallet missing. I was I.D.less. Panic stricken, I kept going to every parking garage except the one, my husband parked at. I learned I had an appointment at 10AM for the breast surgeon. I am 150% anxiety now. What else could go wrong? Two people joking with a Firefighter that a drill was planned for today. Not before my mammogram.
(Oddly enough, when I was having radiation treatment at a different hospital about 7 years. During one treatment, the fire alarm for the hospital sounded. I was told to hold still because it wasn’t our area that needed to be evacuated. Someone made the joke that someone had brunt toast on the maternity ward. I held myself together. I went out to the car and I sobbed horribly. I should be the one burning the toast in the maternity ward. My baby Addison had just born still about a year before. Here I was fighting breast cancer instead. When Joy, my daughter was born 4 years later. I kept refusing to let any member of my family use the toaster on the maternity ward. )
I have the hardest time with mammogram day. Somehow, my anxiety is always out of control. The hospital worked with me. I had to call the school and tell them I was late. My oldest was sent to aftercare. My anxiety was Hope remembers when mom had breast cancer. Her ABC’s in kindergarten was different from other kids. A is for my Angel baby sister Addison and my Angel Nana. Both had just died. B was for Breast Cancer, my mom is fighting. C is for Chemo, my mother has no hair. Hope knew it was mammogram day. I was scared that she would get frightened about a bad test result. Here I am anxiety high plus trying to explain this to the school. This made my anxiety higher. The delays were caused by me. Everything worked out in the end. I finally found the right garage and my wallet was on the floor of the car.
The relator got the stomach bug and canceled during vacation. So we rescheduled for mammogram day. I worked the night before the mammogram and I thought I would have time to clean it up quick before she came. My husband dropped me off at the house. I quickly walked to dog and I cleaned the stove. I decided not to cancel. The entire month either she canceled or we did. It is what it is! So, the quote was lower than expected. After all the cleaning and reorganizing last year, I heard reorganize and repaint all the rooms. We are waiting for our taxes to see how we are going to proceed. The chimney needs repair. Bricks are close to coming out. We need a new cellar door. The kitchen needs new counter tops and the bathroom needs a new tub enclosure. I was schedule to work that night. Just last year, I stayed up all night to clean up the mold. I would sleep for a few hours, then Hope needed to go to school. I would stay up all day and care for Joy. Those were my three days a week off. There was no complaining or back up. That was my life from April to June. We had a serious health issue brewing in the house. I did it for my kids and pets. I have kept my promise to myself. NEVER AGAIN! I still can’t seem to sleep all night.
I kept my promise to myself to not let myself be worn out. I cut down my hours at part time job number 2. I rescheduled myself from one weekend day to Mondays and Tuesdays evenings. If I am going to be working so is everyone else! So, last weekend in the middle of a major snow storm, we started phase 3 of remodeling the house. It’s not clear if it will sell or not. We are not sure if we can afford the mortgage in the town next door. There is a huge price gap between our crime ridden city, which is on the top 100 violent cities in America and that town next door, which is 3rd in the state for one the best towns to live in. Honestly, I don’t know if I belong there. I can’t seem to connect to others. Hope says people ignore her at the school. I am not sure if we will end up there. Hope wants to graduate there. She can live anywhere in the state and continue to attend the school through the program of School Choice. The only agreement is we need to be willing to drive her.
I have also been on other social media accounts exploring other parts of my life. Sometimes spending too much time on it. I don’t want to discuss it. My decision has been made. Life is not “perfect.” I don’t live in daily active cancer treatment. No one died in this family from a rare disease today. This is about still picking up the pieces and determining what is best for the family. The house is way better than the day Joy came home from the hospital. I am hoping for us to move this year. Hopefully to a new joyful place for our family to live.