Eric got a call Monday to make a Dr appointment. Which meant something not good showed up on his biopsy. The next afternoon Mom picked up the boys and Eric and I had the call. The Doctor said "it's bad news but not REALLY bad news". Eric's mole is melanoma, the bad one, but caught early. The excise margin wasn't good enough so he has to go back in this Friday for a bigger hole and to have the other moles removed. So, this is your notice to have your moles looked at. Eric has always had these moles. They aren't new. I made him go in to look at one that had changed. That one apparently is fine. Go figure. We are extremely grateful this is all early detection and cut to cure at this point.
Phew.
This morning I'm hiding in the living room. I have a book and puppies. After the last couple days a bit of peaceful down time is required.
While I'm hiding, Eric and Ty are working. Mom is in her space with a kitchen guy measuring and there are people here picking up the playground.
We celebrated this guy's gotcha on Sunday. He picked butter chicken for his meal. Isn't he so handsome?!
Finn has finally discovered the house. He can't figure it out. He gets in and tries to spin circles. Then gets right out. I keep finding it upside down. He's already tried twice since I've been typing this post. Would it be extreme if I had Eric fasten it down so it doesn't tip? Haha. Anything for the baby.
Clearing out is still happening. I kept this beauty for years and years. My plan was to change up the basement eventually. The kids still don't love this like I do. They want comfort and not weird vintage. The couple that picked it up were thrilled.
Watching the playground go is letting go of an era. It's sad. Watching all the kid things go is sad. I don't always embrace change.
It's been a super long week already and it's only Wednesday. Sigh.
