Ah, dear friends, if drama comes in cycles, I hope this spin round the sun is a mere blip in time. But aren’t all things in the end?
First, my friend who lost her job and since living here with us instead of in her RV on property owned by her uncle. The property sits so close to Yosemite that it it left with with no internet access and little cell service after being simultaneously booted from her house in Reno by her landlord who is selling the house, has landed three high level tech recruiting positions in the span of two weeks, with two of her three kids). The third child is my cancer god daughter and illustrator of my book based on the blog with more of my musings on life with stage 4 cancer. She recently married Autumn her wife. I met her and her family while she dated my 21 year old step son and now she’s married to a girl, which says all it must about my stepson.
Meanwhile, C had a rare yet bad reaction to his strong MAOI inhibitor after three great months and started passing out and doing very unnatural things for his usual conservative public persona. Just when we were in Auburn, CA for house hunting where he lost our car key and my god daughter and wife drove him home shirtless in the back seat of their Prius. Upon arriving home my neighbor and ex-realtor came running from her garage pawing him and exclaiming are you alright? Did she do something to hurt you? Are you okay? He said get off me I just need to sleep and god daughter yelled as she ran interference like a linebacker got him successfully inside safe from the claws of said neighboring ex-friend.
He went stumbling upstairs to open the safe to retrieve the key fob and fell asleep right there. Said newlyweds drove the key 2.5 hours back to me where upon I got dressed and had to cover one eye to stay on the road due to bad eyes from 26 weeks of taxol chemotherapy. This trick wound up turning a 2.5 hour drive into a 5 hour drive with lots of eye drop stops and bad coffee. The next day after arriving home to take care of tippy canoe I received my Ibrance CDK3/4 inhibitor.
I was so unnerved and sleep deprived, battling my neuropathy and loss of feeling in my hands which is at an all time high, that while attempting to take the second dose, I dumped them all in the toilet. God is telling me “too soon for more poison put it down for this month.” $18,000 down the drain. Teary eyed I kept C in the upright and locked position for a day or so more until he could walk without falling over from a brain flooded by serotonin.
We finally have a contract with a wonderful and experienced realtor to sell our house. This comes after my 10 year supposed friend and neighbor refused to quit splitting my spouse and I apart telling us both different stories, flirting with C and pissing me off royally. Now we must find a house in the trees to make a better life for us both away from the nasty people in San Jose and where I can write, make art, run my Etsy shop and decorate in light, life embracing colors rather than the goth chic look of of our current dwelling.
Oh, and I turned 54 in the midst of this shitstorm. A fine way to get all the drama out of the way good and early this year.
Much love and happy Fourth of July,