Tuesday, August 27, 2013
This last month I was going to file for the divorce, but had to put it off to take care of my health.So far this month I had a hysterosonogram with a biopsy and found out I have endometrial hyperplasia without cancer. Great, but then after reading my through my family history and having an aunt that had uterine cancer they decided to that I need a D and C. I'm getting that done on Wednesday. I'm a little scared, but I'll have my older sister with me. This will be the deciding point on whether or not I get a hysterectomy. I really would prefer to get the hysterectomy then take a progestrone and get a biopsy (that could be wrong) ever 3 or 6 months. I understand why I have to get the D and C, but I think it should be my choice on what happens to my body. For the D and C, I've been taking off my celebrex and have been in a ton of pain the last few days. My younger brother is living with me and he is no help. I asked him the day I had to stop taking the celebrex to clean up after himself and help pitch in buy the things that we both use. No luck there. Not at all happy with him. I love my niece, but if he thinks I'm going to be watching her Wednesday or the few days after that I'm still recovering he better think again.
Next month will be the month I file for divorce. I actually can't wait to get that out of the way. I'm looking for a new apartment, but it's hard to find something in my budget. I applied for help from H.U.D., but that takes awhile. I hope not to long. I can't stand this duplex anymore. It was suppose to be our first home together and he didn't care for it like he was suppose to. I keep finding things wrong with it that I didn't notice before or he didn't tell me about. Before we got it he promised he would keep up with the place and fix what needed to be done. Nope, drinking behind my back was more important. Now I see this place as a dungeon and I can't get out of it. I don't use hate often, but I really do hate this place.
Sorry about the venting. I just had to get that off my chest. On the other hand, I'm doing fairly well with the lost of Joe-Leen. Chloe, my other cat has been doing her best to step up to the plate. She learned what she needed from Joe-Leen, but still her playful little self. I don't think I could have made it through everything without her. It's incredible how the smallest creature can be the strongest rock to hold on to. Her and my family. Thanks to all of you for being so supportive. It really helps.