Out of the Fire
It's been almost a year since we moved into our Cozy House. So much has changed in our little home!
Our adventures have kept us close to home due to the current state of the country. Bobby was diagnosed with an immuodeficiency; basically his body isn't making antibodies so I now have to administer a weekly subcutaneous injection. I like to call myself his nurse and while it is wonderful to be able to perform the treatment at home, I still hold out hope that in a few months or even a year his body will begin producing its own antibodies and we can stop the injections.
We are still as vigilant as possible when it comes to exposing ourselves to other people or environments outside our home. We attempt to sanitize everything as much as possible, but we aren't perfect. This past year has had its challenges like it has for everyone else in the world. For now we are relatively healthy and safe, and we are grateful for that.
My only surviving grandmother is suffering from dementia and has taken a turn for the worst this year. It's been difficult on my mom, who I know feels helpless and frustrated. It's always hard to see a loved one suffering, but specifically a parent who lives over five hours away. My grandmother has been moved to live with her eldest son and his family in Texas. For now they are all content and time will tell.
We adopted a pup back in September. Her name was Gina, but we knew right away we had to change it. She's now named Hera, after the badass pilot of Star Wars: Rebels fame. She had a litter of five puppies in June, but we have no contact with them. We worked with a local rescue group to bring her up from down south. The organization we worked with unfortunately was very disorganized and we ended up having to wait a few extra days before being permitted to bring her home. It was worth it though!
My own treatments have been moved to the backburner. I'm still experiencing frequent back pain associated with my tumor. My entire focus has been on Bobby during this pandemic and I have had a hard time even thinking about my own health.
I lost my love for cooking, for reading, for yoga, for quiet time to myself, for crafting, for singing over the span of 2020. I'm not sure where it went along the way. I got caught up in running the household, I think, and I realize now what large pieces of myself these are. I'm ashamed to admit that I haven't been making myself a priority or taking care of myself. This past Thanksgiving marked three years since I was diagnosed and I never forget how fortunate I am that my cancer hasn't spread. I love our little family and our time together. I need to make time for myself though, and I hope that 2021 will be a refreshing return to self-care and healthier choices.
Here's hoping that you are all staying safe and healthy. May your future be full of love, laughter and joy!
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