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Good Morning, Friends.
I apologize for not being in the forum fray as much as of late. My wife and daughter and I have been working hard on our new home (I'm not entirely sure if the previous owners understood the definition of "cleanliness" or what a bucket of clean water and a rag are). Luckily, my mom was able to take some vacation time last week to use her superhuman powers of OCD to help us scrub the place from top to bottom. All and all, we're really happy with the new place. Plenty of space, great neighborhood, close to a good school for our daughter in a couple of years, and we're exactly one walking mile from the river and all the quaint downtown shops for a healthy Sunday morning outing.
However, there is a bit of a dark cloud hanging over us. At my wife's annual check up last week they found a small lump in one of her breasts. Now, we know it could be 100 things other than cancer. It's just that she lost her dad to cancer, and she's the worrying type. Also, the whole psychological fretting is really, really wearing on her.
You see, we just purchased our "20 year house". This is where our daughter is going to grow up. This is where she'll stay in the summers between college semesters. Here's where she'll bring home the man that I know won't be good enough for her who I probably won't murder because he brings a shine to my little girl's eyes. This is the house we plan on being in until our knees are too old creaky to handle going up and down the steps and we downsize to a little condo or something. We have so, so many big plans for our family here....Then to get even a CHANCE at such news. It doesn't even seem callus and cold. It seems cruel.
She has a mammogram this coming Wednesday with an ultrasound to follow if they find anything that needs a harder look. Any positive thoughts, prayers, or smoke would be so appreciated. We're staying positive. I'm venting more here than I ever would to her. She's always required me to be the pragmatic rock. She's passionate and emotionally charged. I'm calculated and an overly logical problem solver. We balance each other out
Once again, anything that y'all can spare smoke wise would be great. Our 8th anniversary is on the 15th of this month. I hope and pray that this one is a huge relief where we dodge a bullet and realize (even more than we already do) that we are both 100% completely and totally worthless without the other one.
Thank you so much, guys and gals. We truly appreciate it.
I apologize for not being in the forum fray as much as of late. My wife and daughter and I have been working hard on our new home (I'm not entirely sure if the previous owners understood the definition of "cleanliness" or what a bucket of clean water and a rag are). Luckily, my mom was able to take some vacation time last week to use her superhuman powers of OCD to help us scrub the place from top to bottom. All and all, we're really happy with the new place. Plenty of space, great neighborhood, close to a good school for our daughter in a couple of years, and we're exactly one walking mile from the river and all the quaint downtown shops for a healthy Sunday morning outing.
However, there is a bit of a dark cloud hanging over us. At my wife's annual check up last week they found a small lump in one of her breasts. Now, we know it could be 100 things other than cancer. It's just that she lost her dad to cancer, and she's the worrying type. Also, the whole psychological fretting is really, really wearing on her.
You see, we just purchased our "20 year house". This is where our daughter is going to grow up. This is where she'll stay in the summers between college semesters. Here's where she'll bring home the man that I know won't be good enough for her who I probably won't murder because he brings a shine to my little girl's eyes. This is the house we plan on being in until our knees are too old creaky to handle going up and down the steps and we downsize to a little condo or something. We have so, so many big plans for our family here....Then to get even a CHANCE at such news. It doesn't even seem callus and cold. It seems cruel.
She has a mammogram this coming Wednesday with an ultrasound to follow if they find anything that needs a harder look. Any positive thoughts, prayers, or smoke would be so appreciated. We're staying positive. I'm venting more here than I ever would to her. She's always required me to be the pragmatic rock. She's passionate and emotionally charged. I'm calculated and an overly logical problem solver. We balance each other out

Thank you so much, guys and gals. We truly appreciate it.