The new house is small. Twelve hundred square feet and all on one floor. There is an attached garage for a shop and a full basement for sewing. True I won't have the full windows for daylight but all of my sewing and quilting work space will be in one area. I won't have to trek outside to sew and upstairs to quilt. Plus there will be a small area for tinkering.
Bonus, there is an apple tree on the property with different variety of apples grafted on to the same tree. I will plant some berries, maybe take along some mock orange, and of course, the iris.
I was out in the shop the other day. I started crying. It's ok to grieve. I don't know when I will be back to sewing machine tinkering. I know I will again. Maybe as early as July. Certainly not for the next two weeks. Sigh.
Today completed the 6th of 6 cycles of chemotherapy. The next few days will be hell and then I slowly come back to life. In a month I go back for re-staging. That's the scary part.
One thing I do know, when I die my obituary will not read "She fought a courageous battle against lymphoma." Not me. I am a fucking coward.