The Story About My Spray Foam Experience

This blog will be the ongoing story, from the beginning, of how spray foam insulation ruined my life.

On July 13, 2012 I had spray foam insulation sprayed into the attic of our 3600 sq. ft. home, which was built in 1915, and where I'd lived with my partner for about 12 years. We'd spent thousands and thousands of dollars restoring and remodeling the old place, and over the years I'd spent many, many hours toiling in the yard, turning the acre of land surrounding the house into a garden I could enjoy.

I was told by the contractor that I didn't have to leave the house or get my cats out when they sprayed the foam into the attic...but that was the first question I was asked by a prominent Duke U physician, who is familiar with the effects of SPF...were you in the house when it was sprayed?

It's been one year since I had to move out of my house because the spray foam insulation made me so sick. The symptoms I experienced during the time I was still living in the house, and every time I entered the house after I moved out, were terrifying (and my cats that were in the house also had symptoms of exposure). Today, I'm still experiencing the residual effects of that initial exposure to the toxic chemical vapors that filled my entire home, and saturated everything I own, the day they sprayed. What's even more frightening is what the future now holds for me; not only am I broke and near homeless, for 12 days I lived in a house that was filled with the vapors of cancer causing chemicals.

I have it all written down in journals, I have photos, letters and documents, and I'm going to tell all. I have nothing left to loose by naming names. I'm broke and I've lost everything because of spray foam insulation. I'm 57 and might soon be homeless unless I want to live in a house that terrifies me and makes me sick. But I'm afraid if I spend too much time in that house, it will eventually kill me. Actually, it might kill me anyway, even if I never go back inside that house.