BD: Oh, the Joys of Moving
They told me I needed to have a biopsy to determine what exactly was in the dense mass they were seeing. They ruled out a cyst, and said it could be a "breast duct papilloma," which isn't too serious, but if left untreated, it could turn into something pretty serious later. If it did happen to be a papilloma, I would need to have surgery to remove it. At that point I was having flashbacks to Preston's doctor visit when they told him the "could be's," and how everyone avoided saying the big "C" word. So, I decided I was going to ask the pokerfaced doctor if there was a chance it could be the big "C". Of course, he told me they wouldn't know until they had the results of the biopsy (sounds a little familiar, yes?), and that the images they had showed it had some characteristics, but there was no way to know for sure without a sample.
We decided to follow the yellow brick road and go ahead with the biopsy to learn more. It was scheduled for ten days later. In between that waiting time, we would be moving out of our 1-bedroom apartment of four years, and into what we thought was the best deal in Vancouver; a 2-bedroom townhome for a price that couldn't be beat! Even though we had the "could-be's" in the back of our minds, we were excited to move into a new chapter in our lives, one we thought included the next big steps in God's plan for us....touring with Spiritual Plague, books to be published, and room for a little Po or a little Lizzy.
I chose to shrug off thoughts of the biopsy, and just focus on the natural high of re-decorating our prospective new home based on the model we saw. We had a few red flags along the way, like not particularly liking our assigned location, and yeah, maybe the quality of the buildings weren't so great. But hey, the price for the space is amazing, and it's what's inside that really matters, right? In my head, I had great plans to put Martha Stewart to shame!
On move in day, when I walked into our new home, my heart sank. Something was definitely NOT right. We had brand new carpet throughout, but it smelled funny; the layout was different than the model we saw; the doors were beat up and the wood trim was shredded; the six chain smokers downstairs hadn't let up for the past hour; it was dirty! My inner-Martha cringed. Throughout my little tour, I remember looking at my friend Julie and wanting to panic. She tried to reassure me and calm me down, but I couldn't seem to find my happy place. Preston, my matter-of-fact husband, was like, oh well, we signed the lease, we have to get the U-Hual back in time, and let's just get it done...don't be so "California!" So, the gang moved all our stuff up two levels of stairs, and like it or not, this was going to be home.
When we finally moved the last item in, I still hadn't found my happy place. Preston, exhausted after a 14-hour of moving heavy boxes and furniture, started to really look around. For those of you who don't know my husband very well, when he gets the "Lewis look" you know to watch out, and not only did he have the look, he was pissed! In the bathroom alone, there was signs of mold, a leak in the wall, pee stains on the floor, and the toilet was leaking and dirty. On the patio, there was some kind of animal feces along with the cobwebs and dead spiders. It was bad. We were definitely discouraged, and we were faced with a difficult decision whether to work it out with management and stay in the dumps, or face having to move again. Knowing the biopsy was only in three days, we were overwhelmed.
**This blog was written in October 2012, but chronologically happened in September 2012**
We decided to follow the yellow brick road and go ahead with the biopsy to learn more. It was scheduled for ten days later. In between that waiting time, we would be moving out of our 1-bedroom apartment of four years, and into what we thought was the best deal in Vancouver; a 2-bedroom townhome for a price that couldn't be beat! Even though we had the "could-be's" in the back of our minds, we were excited to move into a new chapter in our lives, one we thought included the next big steps in God's plan for us....touring with Spiritual Plague, books to be published, and room for a little Po or a little Lizzy.
I chose to shrug off thoughts of the biopsy, and just focus on the natural high of re-decorating our prospective new home based on the model we saw. We had a few red flags along the way, like not particularly liking our assigned location, and yeah, maybe the quality of the buildings weren't so great. But hey, the price for the space is amazing, and it's what's inside that really matters, right? In my head, I had great plans to put Martha Stewart to shame!
On move in day, when I walked into our new home, my heart sank. Something was definitely NOT right. We had brand new carpet throughout, but it smelled funny; the layout was different than the model we saw; the doors were beat up and the wood trim was shredded; the six chain smokers downstairs hadn't let up for the past hour; it was dirty! My inner-Martha cringed. Throughout my little tour, I remember looking at my friend Julie and wanting to panic. She tried to reassure me and calm me down, but I couldn't seem to find my happy place. Preston, my matter-of-fact husband, was like, oh well, we signed the lease, we have to get the U-Hual back in time, and let's just get it done...don't be so "California!" So, the gang moved all our stuff up two levels of stairs, and like it or not, this was going to be home.
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| We were sandwiched in the middle townhome at the top of the stairs |
When we finally moved the last item in, I still hadn't found my happy place. Preston, exhausted after a 14-hour of moving heavy boxes and furniture, started to really look around. For those of you who don't know my husband very well, when he gets the "Lewis look" you know to watch out, and not only did he have the look, he was pissed! In the bathroom alone, there was signs of mold, a leak in the wall, pee stains on the floor, and the toilet was leaking and dirty. On the patio, there was some kind of animal feces along with the cobwebs and dead spiders. It was bad. We were definitely discouraged, and we were faced with a difficult decision whether to work it out with management and stay in the dumps, or face having to move again. Knowing the biopsy was only in three days, we were overwhelmed.
**This blog was written in October 2012, but chronologically happened in September 2012**
