Dawn and I made it into Indy last night and arrived at her home around midnight. We had a couple of close calls on each plane ride. I'm assuming because it is a closed air circuit and there was aspergillus in the ventilation system. I had to double mask (which is a first) and use all medications. It also meant not lifting the mask to eat or drink anything, so I was just a wee bit thristy by midnight. But, by the grace of God, we made it. I've been doing great here and able to go without my mask until a short while ago. I decided to blow dry my hair. Apparently my blow dryer has aspergillus spores in it, because I swelled up like a balloon. That would explain why I could not even get ready at home without wearing a mask all the time. So the blow dryer is in the trash...another casualty to aspergillus. Better the blow dryer than me!
About the title, "Here's Your Sign"; I'm pretty sure you've all seen Jeff Foxworty doing his comedic stint with that phrase. I think that phrase fits because I think, and actually know in my heart, that God gave us a sign about the mold remediation costs (which were astronomical). Get this....Mike parked the truck and RV at a neighbors home at the bottom of our hill this week due to the sharp turns required to get into our driveway. Mike and the boys were packed and leaving today a few hours ago from our neighbors home, and who should pull into the driveway right before they leave? Yep, the ridgevent company that is responsible for the faulty installation in our home. They were pulling into our neighbors home to do a bid on some new construction that the neighbors are having done. Now, let me ask you this, what are the odds that out of all the roofing companies in Kitsap Co., and all the days of the week, and the hours in the day that this particular company would pull in right when Mike is getting ready to leave WA from my neighbors home? I feel like God was saying..."Here's your sign....I'm handing them over to you. We will be reimbursed." Too cool. I feel so encouraged!
As for my health, it is so nice to have adequate oxygen that my fingernail beds are pink again instead of colorless or blue. I have to take the full course of the medication used to treat the aspergillus inside my body, so that my body can stop reacting 24/7. That medication in conjunction with the 22 other perscriptions (yes, a total of 23 now) should eventually help my body stabalize. I call it fungal chemo because the side effects are so similar--only no hair loss. Yea! But, the medications make me feel sick. You know the ol' saying "it's gonna get worse before it get's better"? Well, it's true. My last day of fungal chemo ends Jan. 22nd and it is going to be a party! I don't have my bone marrow biopsy results back yet to indicate what the next step is for treatment with my lymphocytes. That could involve chemo, or maybe some other form of treatment. The doc wouldn't commit to anything yet. I tried to pin him down, but he's a slippery one!
So, that is the latest. Mike and the boys are on the road. I am breathing in Indiana. When they get here around Tuesday or Wednesday, we will go to Mitchell. Mike flys back to WA on Saturday. I have help and support with the kids here and it is awesome!!!!!!!!!! Rainy (Mike's step-mom) taught school for 33 years, and she is going to co-teach with me. That will help make up for Aaron missing his speach and occupational therapy that he has in WA 4 times a week. Rex, Mike's dad, is taking over piano for Noah. Douglas, my nephew, is taking over guitar for Aaron. And as for me....my body gets a chance to start healing. As for Mike, that guy needs a break! This has been very stressful for him. He can be a geographical bachelor for a couple of months and recover from the constant high alert status we've been under.
Thanks for your prayers everyone. You guys have no idea how much we appreciate them!
Love,
Anne
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