It's January. It's winter. My water is frozen yet again. Frozen because the water tank for my well is exposed to the elements, thanks to a renovation project that should have been finished last summer.
Previously, that water tank was housed in an insulated shed. The shed had to be torn down and the tank moved due to the renovation. I told the carpenter that the new shed had to be built before winter, to avoid my having to deal without water every time it froze outside. Alas, the shed never got built, so I am at the mercy of the weather.
But not for long. I am going to build the shed myself, once I figure out what shed design the carpenter had in mind. He had built a concrete platform, and moved the tank onto it, then bolted down two studs for starters, but that's all. I'll be buying lumber on Sunday to get started, and pray it doesn't freeze or rain!
I was diagnosed with endometrial cancer the end of October 2011. On December 6, 2011 I had a hysterectomy. The doctor said my tumor was small, and she was so sure they got it all that they didn't take out my lymph glands in the groin area. On December 9, 2011, the pathology results came in: the cancer hadn't spread, they got it all, and I wouldn't need chemo or radiation. I was officially cancer free. When I got the news, I burst into tears.
I breezed through the surgery like a pro, and recovered so quickly that they sent me home the next morning--just 24 hours after surgery. My doctor, the anesthetist, and the nurses all expressed astonishment at my quick recovery. My doc said my positive attitude had a lot to do with it. (I was cracking jokes even as they wheeled me into surgery.)
I only experienced mild discomfort during the two weeks that followed, and didn't even use up all my pain pills. It's now 3 weeks post-surgery, and I feel just fine. Better than fine, in fact. While I wouldn't recommend cancer for anyone, I feel I'm a better person for having lived through the shock and fear of discovering I had cancer. It made me take stock of my life, made me realize that I too often focused on Things That Don't Matter. It also taught me that I had far more friends than I ever realized. Friends who came out of the woodwork in droves and surrounded me with love, support, and prayers.
I am deeply, deeply blessed. And I am ever so grateful that I am cancer free.
I'm retired from freelance editing and living the good life. I love not working for a living! I live on a small farm in rural western Washington State where I reside with my dogs, cats, and horses. I have a warped sense of humor and I'm joyously silly most of the time.