|Update on Gramma
||[Aug. 15th, 2007|02:08 am]
S. Richard (Frater L.D.L.)
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My grandma went for her first chemotherapy treatment yesterday. Sometime during the doctor visit they did bloodwork, etc again. There are now some unverified "shadowy" spots in her bones, and her social worker dropped me a bomb her cancer was diagnosed as Stage IV. Why didn't she just tell me herself? Thats what bothers me most... I think she was maybe just trying to protect my feelings but they dont need protecting. I love her and don't like the fact of these decreased odds, but I can handle it and I still have an optimistic outlook (and by that I dont mean that i'm living in denial, but rather hoping for a miracle which is ever possible).
They gave her a medicine in her I.V. that was supposed to keep her from getting sick for at least three days, but it started affecting her before she went to bed last night, so I had to go ahead and begin giving her medicines. On the upside, her Social Worker informed me that she had a nurse who was willing to come by for a couple of hours each day. At this point the help is most welcome.
In other news, I need to go and buy new clothes. Since i've been gaining weight i've been growing out of my old ones. I used to fit snugly in a 28, now I need to get some 30's and 31's. 28's and 29's squeeze me quite uncomfortably. I'm getting close to 140 lbs.