So my Next Chapter has yet a sidebar.....
I went to the Stroke Clinic last Thursday to have my follow up appointment from the TIA I had in July. Since then, I've been feeling pretty good, getting out for walks, taking my daily aspirin. Nothing like a good kick in the pants to bring you right back to reality!
I have been diagnosed with FMD or Fibro Muscular Dysplasia....big word for misshapen arteries. Hello? When did this happen. It's genetic, so nothing that I've done wrong, and it's never, ever going away. Now starts the long testing process to see just how much damage there is (if any), monitoring ultrasounds, medications, and on and on.
Since Thursday, I have been an absolute mess and that's my own doing. When I left the Stroke Clinic, both doctors sent me on my way, wishing me bon voyage for our Japan/China trip and said they'd be in touch re more specialist appointments. They weren't the harbingers of doom and gloom. I did that very nicely on my own, thanks to Dr. Google. To say I became catatonic would be putting it mildly.
I woke up this morning and said "enough". Crying, wallowing time is over. I am getting my clothes together for our amazing trip tomorrow and I've decided to put my little FMD in a box and make it stay on my shelf until we get home and the I am going to tackle this bugger like nobodies business. I may have surgeries, stents, renal issues in my future, but for now, I'm trying to focus on the present. I feel good, I have the best family in the world and dammit, I'm going to be around for a long time.
FMD?? LOL to YOU!!
Monday, September 17, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Livin' the High Life
It's been a crazy year. That's obvious from my absence from this blog! We started renovations on our condo in February and it's been a rollercoaster time.
Myron took on the role of "project manager" and it's a good thing he's retired, because someone needed to be on site every day to make sure that everything got done properly on site, and that we did everything according to the rules of the condo, etc. The contractor was supposed to do all that, but I actually think Myron enjoyed his role, however stressful it was.
We had two homes to clear out...ours and Marika's in Ottawa. We had to sort, PITCH, donate, sell, pack up both places, so to say it was a bit overwhelming is an understatement. Garage sales, numerous trips to Goodwill and Salvation Army and thank God for 1-800-GotJunk!!!
A lovely man bought our home on Friars....not the family with 2.5 children that I thought would buy it. A is 74 and the most interesting character we have ever met. He loved our home at first sight and the place was sold in days.
We are now living the "high" life and I only say that because we are on the 36th floor and enjoying the view from here. Do we miss the old house? No, because we were truly ready for this "Next Chapter" of our lives. We brought all the memories here with us. We've already made new memories here. Home is where we are, not where we live.
Stay tuned!
Myron took on the role of "project manager" and it's a good thing he's retired, because someone needed to be on site every day to make sure that everything got done properly on site, and that we did everything according to the rules of the condo, etc. The contractor was supposed to do all that, but I actually think Myron enjoyed his role, however stressful it was.
We had two homes to clear out...ours and Marika's in Ottawa. We had to sort, PITCH, donate, sell, pack up both places, so to say it was a bit overwhelming is an understatement. Garage sales, numerous trips to Goodwill and Salvation Army and thank God for 1-800-GotJunk!!!A lovely man bought our home on Friars....not the family with 2.5 children that I thought would buy it. A is 74 and the most interesting character we have ever met. He loved our home at first sight and the place was sold in days.
We are now living the "high" life and I only say that because we are on the 36th floor and enjoying the view from here. Do we miss the old house? No, because we were truly ready for this "Next Chapter" of our lives. We brought all the memories here with us. We've already made new memories here. Home is where we are, not where we live.
Stay tuned!
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