Deconstruction continued….

It rained buckets, and water poured through the holes drilled for the cable, and the supposedly repaired crack in the foundation. Mold colonized a wall in the basement, reaching from around the box for the cable, and the crack running from it to the floor. Everything got wet. Our dehumidifier worked overtime. The contractor came with the electrician and determined that the section of patio which had just been replaced would have to be dug up again so the electrician could move the cable above the foundation, and the holes and crack could be filled and sealed. But this would have to wait until after our visits from family.

Two days before they were due to arrive, my husband had another scan. Some areas were stable, but one looked as if it was becoming solid—a sign of progression. We saw the oncologist the next day, who felt my husband’s treatment should continue as planned for the next 8 weeks, followed by another scan, to determine if the treatment he was on had stopped working.

If we had not been looking forward to a week of being with people we love, we probably would have rued and stewed and worried. But there was no time for that. We made the most of and relished every minute of that week, during which even the weather (mostly!) cooperated.

But the storms started up again, with counties to the south and east of us being hit by tornadoes and power outages that would drag on for close to a month.

Somewhere in between, there was a small earthquake in Lake Michigan, not far from us—likely the result of rising sea levels, seismologists said, with the probability of more coming in the future. We didn’t feel it, but people we know did. Lately there is never a dull moment with the weather….

As luck would have it, another crack appeared—this one, a stress fracture, on the top of my foot. And I thought logging all those miles was good for me. The orthopedist wanted to put me in a boot, but I’d been in a boot for an extended period with a different fracture, and it’s not exactly a motion-friendly type of footwear. The doc was sympathetic and came up with a nifty alternative: a metal insole which would make my clunky old lady shoes behave like a boot. I wanted to hug her, until she told me the fracture would take three months to heal.

Are we done yet? Stay tuned for the answer….

Wishing all a peaceful holiday weekend.

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