Sumi, I am glad you're back. I'm sorry to hear about your diagnosis and holding a good thought for you, during your treatment. My friend (a cousin's wife) was just diagnosed. She had surgery yesterday. We're waiting on the pathology reports to find out the particulars of her treatment.
Thanks, Cindy. What a year, eh?
And then some, Karl.
Teppy, you're smart, funny, lovely, compassionate, all around wonderful, and we love you.
You are addressing something that needs addressing (and really soon after realizing the extent of the issue). You rock, and I'm not just saying that because I'm afraid of your superpowers (of which I am afraid).
When my people came, they were so nice! I was a wreck, though.
Sophia, I was just thinking about your journey. Even just in text, I could feel you growing lighter, freer, and more sure of yourself. It must have been hard for you to share it here. I know you did so, at least in part, as an accountability thing, but I think you helped people, too. Having the example of someone else tackling an issue (even if the specifics are different), can be motivating, and you gave that to us.
Lee is definitely reachable on Twitter. The only thing I have to offer is that my mother and SIL both came through it fine and are clean now.
I'm sorry, sumi. Sending all the -ma.
I'm sorry to hear this Sumi. Easy treatment & speedy recovery~ma. (And Lee is also on FB if you're not a Twitterer).
Oh no, sumi!! I’m so sorry. I hope you get lots of help and caring from in-person types and not just the many of us through the interweb tubes!
Oh, sumi, I'm sorry. Sending much health~ma and positive vibes your direction.
Take care of yourself, sumi! All the boob-ma!
sumi, I'm sorry to hear about your diagnosis. I know a lot of forms of breast cancer have excellent treatment outcomes, so all my good health vibes are coming your way.
The Cincinnati Hoarding guy came out to check out the scary moldy office, and I was feeling so crappy still after my vaccine shot that I stayed in bed, so I wasn't involved (I really wasn't avoid-y; I have a fever and everything, woo, immune system). Tim said the guy was very nice and that the guy also said he wouldn't even call the office "hoarding," that he would call it "extremely cluttered." And my reaction was basically, where do you draw the line on that one? When does it go from extremely cluttered into hoarding? Literally, I couldn't walk more than 2-3 feet into the room. A rose by any other name, etc.
So they're going to email Tim with an estimate to clean out the office and treat the mold, and to basically get rid of 95% of the stuff in our horrific basement and treat whatever mold they find there (it's an unfinished basement that's totally underground; it's going to have mold).
After all that happens, then we need a cleaning service to deep-clean the house, and we go from there. Though we still have too much clutter in the rest of the house, and that's going to be a problem if we don't come up with a plan for it. (Which, I guess, that plan should basically be: Get Rid Of 50% Of Your Shit.)
