The extreme pain on Dec. 20 kind of passed over and I managed to get through the next few days and through Christmas. I remember commenting to some friends and to my mom about how tired I felt and that my hands were really hurting me. I found it hard to work with food in the kitchen or do dishes. Advil helped.
At that time, we were also heavy into doing renovations on the farmhouse we had just bought from James' parents in November. We had finally made the move to purchase the home quarter of land that James had grown up on, including the family farmhouse. So - we were busy tearing down some walls and doing a complete re-model on it. I love James' family very much but I really hadn't been excited about moving into my in-law's family home. Renovating and making it "our own" was a way that I could get excited about it. We were very happy about the prospect of finally being able to raise our family 'on the farm' instead of living 3 miles away and feeling detached from what was happening on the farm. James and his dad farm in a partnership and grow grain and oil seeds, as well as run a cow-calf operation. I grew up in the country - just across the field from James but my parents didn't farm. So, being a farm wife has been a learning curve for me but I love it!
So in December 2019, our heads and hands were very busy with designing and renovating the farmhouse. I remember pulling a few all-nighters that Christmas season looking at Boxing Day sales online and trying to save money as I purchased furniture and appliances for our new home. Looking back, those sleepless nights probably didn't help as my body was now combatting a new and strange beast that was threatening my health. I still didn't know what was coming.
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