A Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth. -Angelou

I was reminded of the brave and startling truth recently, which is that life is precarious. I think most of us compartmentalize that knowledge so we aren't swallowed whole by it. 

Here we go...the shit show began on September 16th. That morning Lee and I drove to Shepherdsville to rent a concrete grinder, for the second time. We have chosen stained concrete floors for our shop because it is the cheapest and most durable option, as there is concrete under all the layers of paint, glue, and thin set. 

That Saturday we started the process on our big open room. We called it quits that evening, ate supper, and shortly after Lee said he didn't feel good. That night he started puking. I thought it was the stomach virus.

I didn't have a lot of patience for his plight. The next day I leave him to keep concrete grinding. My sister and brother-in-law saved the day on this one. We worked all day. I checked on Lee periodically. He was still puking and not feeling good. 

When you click on the pictures they revolve. 

Monday rolls around and I have to leave at 6:00 a.m. to get the machine back to Shepherdsville.   Lee had asked me to take him to the doctor to get IVs before I left; he said he was dehydrated. 

I took Lee to the hospital, and the ER doctor ordered a CT scan, the results showed that he needed his appendix removed. It hadn't burst, but it was close. 

The next day we got to go home, and it was a long two weeks before Lee was finally feeling better. He went back to work on Monday October 2nd, and I went to the doctor that day to have an ultra sound, and not the fun kind that shows a perfect little baby. 

The results were "poly cystic ovaries" "thick uterine lining" "uterine polyps" "tilted uterus." She also said "endometrial scarring", which is hard to see on an ultrasound. I had looked up all these conditions once I started down this road of extreme pain, etc. Turns out I had all of them. I have to have surgery on November 2nd, Lee and I's surgery scars will be the same ha! The surgery is to have a biopsy of my uterine tissue to ensure I don't have uterine cancer. She will also check to make sure my tubes are clear at that time, and have more information on my chances of getting pregnant, as well as remove the polyps, cysts, and scarring. 

I'm not going to lie, all this information was surprising. I'm only 29 years old. 

You think your life is going to go a certain way, go to college, get married, buy a house, have a successful career, have children, etc. 

I wasn't getting pregnant and that was concerning. But I knew sometimes it took a while. I went from worried I couldn't get pregnant, and living in a lot of pain, to "you might have cancer."