Catching up

I noticed that I had a lot of catching up to do from my former posts so here goes.

The commissioned shawl was finished in about a month, blocked quite nicely, payed for promptly, and (I assume) shipped to it's intended owner.

Along with the new windows we now have new paint, and I no longer feel ill every time I see it. Let's just say I learned my lesson about the need to take paint samples outside before choosing colors. I still like the color as it looks inside the garage, but it's a whole lot brighter outside. Fortunately, my husband doesn't hate it. He says it looks cheerful, especially on cloudy days when everyone elses' looks gloomy. Almost makes me wish for more gloomy days here in old CO. Almost, but not quite.

My sister loves her blanket. The colors are perfect, it's soft, wonderful, etc. There's just one tiny problem. Weaving a plaid means lots and lots of ends, all of which are trying to work their way loose again. Need to check w/tri-loom group see if they have any ideas to stop the lil buggers.

Who knew there was such a thing as a "little" cancer

So. Exactly a week from today my husband will be going into surgery to, hopefully, remove the last traces of cancer from his non-smoking, non-drinking, 34 year-old self. It's a small surgery thankfully, only a slice about the size of a finger taken from his tongue. Amazingly enough, this is a huge improvement over the original estimate of half to a third of the entire tongue.

I have written many posts in my head since the beginning of November when the GP suggested he see a specialist for a sore spot that hadn't healed in several months. Posts about the difference between theory and reality when it comes to not freaking out until the tests are actually run. Posts about trying to tell children about their daddy having cancer,even a little, in words they understand but won't freak them out when all the adults are feeling shocked. Posts about how very glad I am that the man I love didn't wait the year or more that is usual before people seek help for such minor-seeming problems. I just never seemed to find the words to fill an entire post. Or perhaps more accurately, there were too many words and no order to them.

My husband has probably handled things better than I have. He has not only gone about his work as usual, but has also made sure that all the insurance stuff is taken care of. He has spent hours on the phone to make sure everything is in order, and in network. I am in awe of the way he has cared for us while dealing with his own fear and pain.

The prognosis is good and we are very hopeful that recovery will be quick. We also hope to never forget the closeness the threat of loss has brought us. A closeness we may well never have realized without that threat.