No updates this summer. What happened?
My enthusiastic waiting for the summer turned into a peculiar phase in my life. Soon after the Mother’s day visit, in the end of May, I was diagnosed with carcinoma in situ in my right breast. It was a shock. Even though it was a pre-cancer state in my body, it turned my mind upside down. At the same time, our home was undergoing a profound plumbing and water pipe renovation. It had started in April and our home was a mess. We waited for the radiators to be exchanged in all rooms and pipes drawn through all the places. We had moved all furniture in the middle of rooms and we also waited for a possibility to do some fixings ourselves. I started to think of how many weeks would I have before I will be operated and what if this is worse than in situ. Very soon, though, God gave me peace in my mind, I put all my trust on Him and I was told this is nothing much to worry about. I learned I would be operated on 20th July, so I would have plenty of time to fix my home, which, like I said, was a mess, as if we just had moved in.
The summer weather was a dream come true to me. It was hot, warm, hot, hot and warm! Oddly enough, my sometimes sore wrist had started to ache again more than ever and the ganglion cyst in it was bigger than ever. In June not knowing what it was I went to have it checked and got to know it is harmless, but they must do more tests, for I might have multiple myeloma.
Everything turned out well. I didn’t have multiple myeloma. The plumbers left our home just before my operation. I was operated, got radiation therapy and I was cured absolutely wonderfully. For the whole summer I had no fibromyalgia pains, which have been bothering me for years, though I was diagnosed with it only last December. I have only gratitude in my heart for the health that I regained!
So, the previous summer sucked for the rainy weather, this summer for a series of oddities. What ever we rarely did on the plot was ”at least we tried”. Our daughter helped in painting with her family. Our son helped too. The other son helped with the roof again. We also started mounting the bio toilet, but we’ll have to finish it next spring. And finally, we decided on the place where we buried our beloved dog Jami, whom I still miss so much.
It is already December now and I'm finishing this text (which I started some time ago) in the evening of Finland's independence day. Gratitude in my heart is lifted up again this wonderful evening as I end my writing with the pictures of the whole past summer.
