Living in Wisconsin has had it's challenges as well. Moving off the bus and into an apartment effectively chained our wandering ways. Since my husband, Alan is disabled and depends on Social Security, and I'm in no shape to try to work, we were forced to apply for medical aid. I've been placed on a waiting list for state aid, since I no longer had any children living at home. I was finally accepted into a grant-based program through the Marshfield Clinic. I pay a low monthly premium and have coverage for my medications and doctor visits. No hospitalization, though. I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth, though, the coverage given is deeply appreciated and worth the premium.
So far I've learned that the good news is that they got all the tumor when they performed the historectomy in Arizona. The bad news is my cancer - a low grade endometrial stromal sarcoma - has the chance of returning at any time. I take tamoxifen to reduce the odds, but as my oncologist has told me, this is a long term treatment. Recently he has upgraded me to being seen once every three months instead of monthly. It's the little blessings that count, some days.
A turquoise necklace, earring, and bracelet set I created |
Green Man painted on a stone. |
My latest afghan to brighten up the apartment. |
About a month ago, Alan and I decided we weren't going to sit still after the winter snows melt. We've already made plans to give the bus a good cleaning and sorting. We'll replace the tires, get a tune up and oil change, then it's going to be repacked and we'll move back on. We may need to keep it to short trips for some time so I can continue to see the doctors, but travel we will. My gypsy soul insists I travel while I still can since there are no guarantees about tomorrow.