Grateful Grandmother
I bob and weave.
In 2008 I realized our home of 32 years was full of hidden toxic mold. I was too. My husband wasn't. The more I tried to save our home, the more ill I became, and our marriage as well.
We moved to a hotel for six weeks and remediated the entire house, but not me. The house was clean, tested by the best. We disclosed everything, threw away everything, and sold the house.
In a rental, I researched and strived to get better, which I'm still doing, thanks to mold doctors and wonderful people on the net. In 2012 we found "home." Then I chose to bob and weave, try to avoid, work on my health, and keep it more to myself.
I chose marriage and family. On a blanket, in a park, the best medicine of all is watching my grandsons play baseball, and I feel good.