The past week has grabbed us by the lapels and brought us to attention.
Let’s see, my husband was diagnosed with diabetes on Monday, and on Tuesday our landlords informed us that they were foreclosing on this house we just moved to ten months ago.
We’ll start with the diabetes. Type 2, thank God, so pills and diet and exercise for now, and no insulin injections needed. I’ve calmed down enough to be able to be grateful that it was diagnosed now while there are no complications. Incredible that I’m now helping my husband with what I teach patients every day as part of my work as a nurse case manager working in disease management.
It’s different when it’s personal, though. I was stunned by the diagnosis. My first trip to the grocery store on Tuesday, the day after the diagnosis, was interesting. I grabbed the cart at the door of the store, and as the doors slid open I looked in to the store’s produce department as if it was a foreign land. All those piles of fruits and vegetables. I had to make the right choices, not just casually throw a few things in the plastic bags like before. Luckily we have always followed a healthy diet, so not too many changes are needed. Moving on through the store I read labels like never before for the amounts of sugars and carbs. This will be a bit of a change to our casual eating lifestyle and require some forethought to meal planning. We can do it.
The news about the plan for foreclosure on our current rental was another stunner. The owner had told me when we first looked at the place that we didn’t have to worry about that. I guess not. The owners told us they just aren’t able to sustain two homes, and can see now that the housing market in this area of Northern California where we live is just not going to come back for a long time. We have some time to make a decision on whether to take our chances that an investor might purchase the house once it forecloses and keep us on as renters, or to plan a move for the end of the foreclosure period. We probably have at least nine months, and California laws for renters does provide us some protection as to a protected time frame before we have to move out.
Life moves on and I’ll live in the present day, making plans for the future as it evolves.
Honor the past. Live in the present. Create the future. ~Soulseeds
Wow … no small turns! I came across this blog thanks to the WP Daily Post.
How did your husband react? Was he already suspecting it before he was diagnosed? It certainly can be life altering. I don’t have it … yet.
What a mess, having to move … perhaps. Good thing that you at least have nine months.
My husband was stunned, he wasn’t suspecting anything, though I had noticed that he was very tired all of the time; he has taken this on, read a lot, and has decided he will control it and not the other way around. He is doing great, following a good diet and has improved his blood sugars back to the normal point most of the time now.
When we moved ten months ago we really cleaned out and pared down, so this move will be much easier in that respect.
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