Just wanted to update my readers (assuming I still have any after my lenghthy stay in Blogger Limboland). We’ve experienced a lot of change in big and small ways since November. Here’s a rough-hewn timeline.
November 16, 2011: major tornado damage sustained. See posts and pics below. We move into my father-in-law’s condo where we remain today.December 7, 2011: my beloved father-in-law died in the ICU after a 3-week hospitalization.
December 12, 2011: I receive my PhD.
January 25, 2012: we put our house on the market. For my feelings toward the house, see the post of 11/22. Yeah, I was angry.
March 5, 2012: I interview for the full-time permanent faculty job that I have been doing for the last 5 years.
March 13, 2012: I learn that I did not get the position. The one that I loved and planned to retire from. The word “devastated” doesn’t really convey our reaction. I can’t eat or sleep and lose 8 pounds in 10 days.
March 29, 2012: A routine GYN exam reveals a large pelvic mass on the right ovary; ultrasound indicates it is a tennis-ball size cyst. MD is optimistic that it is benign.
April 24, 2012: I have laproscopic surgery to remove the cyst. No complications and I was back home that night. We are still awaiting the biopsy report.
My grand travel plans were dashed and the pain was so intense that I couldn’t follow any of your blogs for months.
On the other hand ….
Some good stuff happened as well. It’s taken a while but …. I feel great! Doris is thriving and loves it here at the condo. (Primarily, no doubt, because we are together approximately 20 hours out of 24). I’ve come to appreciate my loving husband John even more and look forward to the chance to try to make his life a happy one. He doesn’t ask for much – but that doesn’t mean I can’t give more than that.
And after all this, I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. I love the slow empty stress-free days and just hanging out with family and friends. And I’m consistently sleeping well for the first time in years. I know it can’t last so I’m greedily savoring every wonderful moment of it. And waiting to see what's next.
I’ll write more later about Plans B, C, and D. Even though of all the lessons I’ve learned the most profound is this: planning is merely a smug cognitive activity and then there’s a tree in your living room.