Asbestos

I’m waiting today to find out if my contractor cut through asbestos tile in my old kitchen floor. And even when I find out if it was asbestos, the advice is mixed on what it means. On the one extreme, it means my family has been exposed to a potentially lethal contaminant (there’s the nightmare scenario), on the other it means we have to be extra careful cleaning up. I scared the crap out of myself this weekend reading about asbestos, but now I’m feeling the risk was minimal. Still, the doubt is nagging. After watching Dad die of lung cancer a couple of years ago, the memory is suddenly back, and the house feels a lot less safe.