I moved yet again on August 1, 2017. Three moves in two years–exhausting, stressful and expensive. My landlord wanted to do some renovations to the place I had been living in order to add an extra suite to his home and he was also considering selling. He informed me as well that he would need to raise my rent from $1750 to a yet undetermined amount for what was really a 2-bedroom basement suite and a tiny extra room with no window that housed my older daughter’s single bed and a desk and computer.
I had met a male friend in February who was not enjoying condo living and sharing walls. The only way both of us could get more space for less money was to rent a home together. We researched what was available, included my kids in the process, included God and prayer in the process and feel like the perfect place for us was provided.
Just prior to our move I had to have my melanoma surgery on the left side of my back. My new friend is a trauma paramedic so they allowed him to come into the surgery room and be with me for the procedure. He said he was shocked at how much they had to cut. One centimeter around the cancer site and one centimeter deep. This melanoma had a deeper root than my last one so it required an additional 5 mm cut than around the cancer site than what was required for the one on my right arm last year. It doesn’t seem like a lot until they draw it out on your back and you realize it isn’t a cm straight line but a circle. My friend said the chunk they took was large enough to BBQ.
The requirement after that was no lifting or carrying for 2 weeks. Because my new roommate saw how serious the surgery was he was very protective and strict with me that obey orders and not pull stitches or cause damage or impede healing. Not at all ideal when you are trying to move. My kids and my older daughter’s boyfriend along with 3 of his friends were invaluable to me during this time. My new roommate and his son and girlfriend also made sure we got moved in. Although, we are still in the process of actually emptying our moving boxes. My roommate ended up having his own health issues. It became a stark realization that if anything happened to either of us, the other would not be able to afford to continue to live in our new place. One day at time living without ruminating about the past or projecting worry and doubt about the future is how I am learning to live. Trusting God will provide and direct is all I can do.
Just when my 2 weeks were up and I was able to start to use both arms again to lift and carry, the very next day I was bit by a Bull Mastiff. This 200 lb animal fractured my left hand. My dog was being attacked and if I had not intervened I am convinced my dog would be dead. I had to have emergency surgery with pins as my 5th metacarpal was displaced and it was an opened wound. All of the puncture wounds were opened up further and irrigated. I had stitches and was prescribed antibiotics and painkillers.
I just had the pins taken out yesterday and started at the Hand Therapy Clinic today. It will still be another 2 to 3 weeks before I can lift and carry with my left hand but I am so excited to be out of the cast and have the pins out. After one treatment at the Hand Clinic today I am amazed that I am able to type with both hands (part of my homework). It is difficult and a little painful but I am doing it.
I feel like with everything that has happened to me and with all the unrest in the world right now between crazy weather, terrorism, war, nuclear threats, acts of violence/hatred, etc. that I am being prepared for something even more difficult. My world of what I thought was love, peace, comfort, stability and security has been rocked forever with infidelity but now I am undergoing further levels of being toughened up, challenged, changed, and forced to rethink my priorities and purpose for my life. I am not afraid of what is to come. With every circumstance I handle, endure, over-come, let be, or fight I am realizing more and more that my character is real. I am a confident, independent, brave, tough, faithful and loving woman in good times and in hard times.
Photos are hand condition at 2 weeks post surgery getting stitches removed.