First mom's BRAC gene test came back negative...which frankly shocked not only us but the geneticist. This is a good thing and a bad thing.
It is good that she is not automatically going to opt for a double mastectomy and will not always be waiting for 'the other shoe to drop' so to speak.
It is a good thing knowing that my sister and I have not inherited the BRAC gene from our mom.
The bad thing is that since she has had two types of ovarian cancer and now breast cancer and she has her mother and aunts that have also had ovarian and breast cancer...something is up genetically with her family.
Which means instead of having a known (and testable) gene she has a very good chance of having a yet to be discovered mutation or a totally different gene that runs in her family...which cannot at this point be tested for.
So that leaves us scratching our heads as to what decisions are to be made, and what type of screening my sister and I should undergo, and just how vigilant we should be.
Anyway...
What's up those stairs?
Well first let me tell you a little about the apartment at the top of those red stairs...
We built our very large over-sized 'man garage' before we built our house (priorities after all). We lived up there in one large room, one bathroom with three little rambunctious boys for well over a year...
It was very loud (only plywood floors), and it made me long for a bathroom that no one of the male persuasion less than 30 years old was allowed to enter.
As the years went on, the shop apartment became our young sons' playroom. When they got into their teens it was the video game/hang-out spot. Then it became the 20 something pad for college age kids who were always home on break or between jobs or back from mission trips.
Over the years it has also been the place to stash things that we didn't know where else to store.
Thus we come to today's mess...
There is no amount of photo-editing that can sugar coat this mess.
Let's see...
Air hockey table with broken legs so sitting on chairs, weight bars and benches, foosball table, clothes not wanted to sons going to college, old books they want me to store because they can't part with them, bits of couches, printers that don't work, computer and video game parts galore, toys, beds, mattresses...two vacuums...two? Obviously never used.
And toys...lets not forget toys, mostly legos left over from three boys that were obssessed with them.
Yes I am attempting to clean up this mess because...
My mom is moving in!
I'm thrilled, so is my sweet hubby, as it means I am now forced to face this catastrophe which is our shop apartment. He hates messes and this one drives him batty!
So if you don't hear from me much this week it is because I am sorting, cleaning, throwing, donating, and probably yelling at someone...
But when it is done mom will be tucked safely upstairs where I can keep an eye one her...to make sure she stays out of trouble.
And mom?
No guests after midnight and no wild parties!
Oh and before you feel too sorry for her...
She'll have a pretty view!
