First off, can I just say, 50 followers??? I'm flattered to say the least. I have to admit that I think I'm pretty interesting. As in I'm pretty sure one of my better qualities is my ability to tell a story and I laugh at myself on a daily basis. But I'm not always convinced that other people feel the same way about me. So when I really think about the fact that there are at least 50 wonderful people out there that take the time to read about my redundant life and the things I feel are important... it amazes me. And to those of you who take the time to comment... you ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS bring a huge smile to my face. I never would have thought when I started this that I would get so into it. But I'm so glad that I did. This has been such a tremendous help while transitioning into this new life of ours. Y'all have made me feel not so alone during the last couple months and I am truly thankful for the friendships that I've made.
To get to my title... I guess I need to talk about something that's not so easy for me to talk about. Not that I'm not always "real" when I'm posting things, I just don't always write about the tough stuff. I just about NEVER talk about the tough stuff either though, so I'm staying true to form. Anywho ~ my grandmother has been in the hospital since Friday. She was complaining about some serious back pain so they brought her in to the ER. I'm not sure if there was anything else that was going on with that at that time, but to make a long story short... she has a ton a fluid in her lungs. They drained 2 QUARTS of fluid out on Saturday, sent out some labs, and did an Xray, but we don't know anything as of yet. She's in a lot of pain, so they are keeping her on morphine and she's also been pretty nauseous. We should know a little more tomorrow, but they could tell from the bone scan that there are no obvious signs of cancer, so that's good. Right now the doctor's best guess is a bad case of pneumonia.
My Grammy Mac has lived a long life and to be honest, the one she's living now and has been living for years, is not very fun for her. She has emphysema that has been progressing for as long as I can remember. She's now to the point where *to quote my mom* she can't even write a check without getting out of breath. I hate to see her like that. I hate to hear it in her voice. I know she is at peace with God and I would never doubt in a million years that she'll be walking with him in Heaven as soon as she does pass, but I'm just not ready yet. We're flying up to Massachusetts on the 30th for a family reunion. I want at least one more time to wrap her in a big hug and let her know how much I love her. And to hear her say it back. So if you say your prayers, shoot one our way. If not, I'll take lots of good ju-ju as well!