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The Road Before & After Surgery
December 2, 2017
The Clock Is Ticking!
Mood:  sharp
Now Playing: Day 2888-Chapter 3... Happiness~My Silver Lining

 

What a b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l morning here in the country!

Even Papa kitty is enjoying the warm sunshine, clear blue skies and gentle breeze~

I woke up feeling blessed to start off the day with much more tolerable pain... YAYYYY! The good ole morphine family of pain medication seems to be doing the trick, but I can't take it 24/7. I am still trying to find a balance between the pain medication and prescription high calorie shakes. I wake up feeling like a zombie and instantly grab a shake for a quick pick-me-up and extra nutrition. It's a tough balance between the two, but there really hasn't been anything yet that I haven't found some sort of solution. I have been through it all and with those experiences comes an abundance of education on valuable nutrition! It's always a learning process living with Gastroparesis. Adding cancer just makes things a bit more challenging. But as always, this gal is up for the challenge! Bring it!

It's been almost a week since we have been able to hit the trails as a family. Eric has been keeping busy making sure that Snoreo and Babyblue still get their daily exercise and a breath of fresh air at our local dog park while I am back at home resting. But today was a good day! What an amazing feeling to be able to get my walking shoes back on this afternoon and later in the evening to enjoy some fresh air of my own out here in the country. Ahhhhhh... air... so refreshing! We also finally got to stop and take a few pictures of the beautiful mural that has been a painting project in the making of it's very own over the past few months here in our little, lazy, river town. Talking about a magnificent piece of art! The side of a very historic building has now turned into this incredible masterpiece!

I love little old towns with a ton of history. What I love more is the little, lazy, river towns that don't feel the need to keep up with the big cities. It's a shame to say... but it seems this little piece of history along the river might be only a mere few images left of what used to be a little, lazy, river town. A tight-knit, family oriented community. Not only are the houses going up for sale around us lately at record speed. But today it seemed as if we were the last ones to know what really was about to transpire here in the country. A piece of history and beauty here among the wooded hillside went up for sale this evening. 7+ acres with a local real estate company. And guess where at? Right across the street! Yep... you know what that means...

TIME TO MOVE FULL STEAM AHEAD WITH SELLING OUR PROPERTY!

Myself and Eric have been really getting into it lately regarding this lemon of a gem home here in the country. I have put so much heart and soul over the past 12 months since purchasing this house. That includes far too much time repairing, repainting and redecorating our home... that it isn't even funny. It's also not becoming very funny to say the least with Eric's mentality towards addressing issues with the bank regarding errors of not reporting monthly payments to all three credit bureaus. It's not an issue of Eric being overwhelmed, because life is always going to present challenges that we all will have to deal with from time-to-time. It's more about Eric not being responsible and taking the reigns with serious matters and issues that involve our little family. That includes my stepson, little E. This gal has busted her booty on this house and even on days when I was sick as hell with very limited energy! I have also done more legal work without a degree than I care to explain regarding immediate family running to the courts instead of behaving like adults and working through issues among family. Something had to give as I firmly planted my foot down on the ground today. Eric doesn't have much time to get himself together and start thinking logically. I can't do everything on my own anymore, solo. So today is the day to start showing me by actions. Not telling me with words. Brushing off important matters isn't going to continue flying with me. I have my fur children, little E and myself to now worry about and that means Eric must now start acting responsibly.

We now have a far bigger challenge ahead of us as the race to sell our property begins now, today, at this very second. The 7+ acres of land could get bought by someone or an investment company at any time. Our little, lazy, river town committee has already approved the land to be used for a new home development, condominiums and section 8 housing. This means if Eric doesn't get his head on straight and brain in gear, our home could quickly depreciate in value. This means you can forget trying to sell it, whether alone me living here among constant future construction. Medically, we moved on the wooded hillside here in the country for some peace and quiet. Far, far away from large developments back across state lines in the city. Needless to say... my anxiety has skyrocketed after seeing the sale sign go up on the wooded hillside this evening. All 7+ acres of gods country... soon to be gone.

That my friends... is a sad reality when the all mighty $$$ within a family, means more than the lands history.

We aren't the first ones in shock and sheer disappointment with the sale sign going up today on this huge piece of property. There are many of those scrambling to also get their homes up for sale before a big developer starts bringing in the loud-as-hell construction equipment. As for Eric. He was given an ultimatum. He either puts his big britches on and starts taking things seriously. OR... he will be paying for an apartment rental come early spring if the land sells before he gets things straight with the bank and mortgage company. The constant loud construction noises and daily banging from hammers and other tools was already a huge problem back in the rental property where we lived before buying this house here in the country. That was before radiation therapy and other chemotherapy treatments failed to cure or provide me any sort of long term relief. Now just imagine dealing with all of that same construction noise now. Amplified 100 times more on top of a very large wooded hillside that already echoes noises that are easily able to be heard inside and outside of our property. With far larger and much more angry tumors through out my body...

No way! No how! 

It just won't work for me. It's unfortunate, because I didn't ask to be sick. But I can't take living across the street from a major construction zone either, so something has to give. I have done more than my fair share of hard work, physically and mentally over the past 12 months with this house. That doesn't include dealing with highly combatable immediate family, those who would rather run to the courts, then sit down like normal adults and address their issues. Now it's Eric's turn to step up to the plate. He either gets his head on straight... or he will be working a lot more overtime come spring, so I can have some peace and quiet while renting an apartment till he gets the issues resolved with the bank so we can sell off and move to a house that isn't located within a major construction zone.

Time will tell with 7+ acres now officially for sale across the street from our home here in the country.

Eric... the clock is ticking!


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