Moving on


Cancer takes so much from you. After my divorce I was diagnosed with cancer and tried to save my home, but the cost of running a home on one income and the disability program in Connecticut wasn’t enough. I was always away from my daughter, working long hours in home care, and still in denial of all that I had gone through. It came to the point that we needed to make the decision to move. The real estate market was horrible. I didn’t have very long to find a new location and find my daughter an appropriate school system, as she was getting ready to start her first year in high school. I didn’t want to see her change more schools, as her life had been so disrupted for so long. I lost my children to an eating disorder, and now in remission, we had to battle cancer. Sometimes life seems so unfair, but you have to accept it as a lesson. You have to believe that God wouldn’t give you more than you can handle.

The Obama plan didn’t work for me, because I had refinanced in April and the cutoff was January 2009. The market didn’t even come close to what I had paid for the house, so now there was no choice, but a short sale. As the house went on the market Ky and I looked for a new location. We agreed upon Narragansett, RI. It was right on the beach and I felt like we had a piece of my dad with us. We traveled back in forth the summer of 2012, moving as much as we could by ourselves, then getting a moving van for the rest. I gave so much of my material possessions away. We downsized from a four bedroom house to a two bedroom tiny apartment by the water. It was worth it I thought at the time. How was I supposed to know that my cancer would return the following summer with a great vengeance.

What’s right is what’s left if you do everything else wrong. ~ Robin Williams