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Oct. 30th, 2008 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicI just talked to my mom and my brother. My sister-in-law's mother has stage IV breast cancer. They started chemo immediately, but the doctors have said that it's going to be a long time before she can eat anything solid again. My brother says that as shitty as that sounds, it's good that the doctors are using words like "a long time," because at least it implies that she's going to be around for a long time. Still, she's not a young woman, and the cancer has spread all over her body, so this is a frightening diagnosis. My sister-in-law wants to spend more time with her mom while she's in the hospital for treatment, but she can't because of Frankie. I don't have anything going on between Virginia Beach and Boston, so I told William that if they want me to come up and watch Frankie while Rachel goes to the hospital, I'd be happy to do that. He said he's going to talk to Rachel and get back to me, but that he'll probably take me up on that.
Speaking of young Frankenstein, she's got some health issues of her own. She was born with one enlarged kidney, which the doctors have been monitoring. They want her to have surgery now, so it looks like they're going to do that in a few weeks, too. This is apparently nothing to be concerned about, and William didn't seem too worried about it, but I know Rachel must be just a ball of stress right now. And their friend died last week, too -- did I mention that? He'd had colon cancer, and when he was diagnosed a few years ago he was told it was terminal, but he went on to live a very normal life up until about a week before he died. Anyway it's been a really rough week for William and Rachel, and it doesn't look like it's going to get any easier for a while, so if you pray or do magic or just want to send good vibes, aim for Brooklyn, okay? And thanks for all the ones you've already sent to us in Oregon.
Halloween used to be one of my favorite holidays, but not anymore. This has been a particularly awful October, and tomorrow marks the eighth anniversary of my Gramma's death. She died on Halloween morning when I was 17, a month shy of her 84th birthday, but eleven years after she'd started going...Alzheimer's Disease wracked her abilities quickly, but worked slowly on her body. I don't know what it is about anniversaries that stir up sadness. They don't mean much to me in existing relationships (and anyway I'd already been rounding up for months, most likely), and I couldn't even tell you what day McKenzie and I started dating...but days where I've been most sad are always etched into my memory, and when they roll around on the calendar, it's hard not to revisit old emotions. I've accepted the loss of my grandparents, but I doubt I'll ever not be sad about it. That's not to say I'm perpetually sad...just that remembering the loss is always upsetting.
Sigh. My grandmothers were awesome. I bet my grandfathers were pretty rad, too, but I never knew them. I have no certainty when it comes to what happens after death, but I sure hope I'll get to see them all again, eventually.
Ugh. What a depressing week.
Speaking of young Frankenstein, she's got some health issues of her own. She was born with one enlarged kidney, which the doctors have been monitoring. They want her to have surgery now, so it looks like they're going to do that in a few weeks, too. This is apparently nothing to be concerned about, and William didn't seem too worried about it, but I know Rachel must be just a ball of stress right now. And their friend died last week, too -- did I mention that? He'd had colon cancer, and when he was diagnosed a few years ago he was told it was terminal, but he went on to live a very normal life up until about a week before he died. Anyway it's been a really rough week for William and Rachel, and it doesn't look like it's going to get any easier for a while, so if you pray or do magic or just want to send good vibes, aim for Brooklyn, okay? And thanks for all the ones you've already sent to us in Oregon.
Halloween used to be one of my favorite holidays, but not anymore. This has been a particularly awful October, and tomorrow marks the eighth anniversary of my Gramma's death. She died on Halloween morning when I was 17, a month shy of her 84th birthday, but eleven years after she'd started going...Alzheimer's Disease wracked her abilities quickly, but worked slowly on her body. I don't know what it is about anniversaries that stir up sadness. They don't mean much to me in existing relationships (and anyway I'd already been rounding up for months, most likely), and I couldn't even tell you what day McKenzie and I started dating...but days where I've been most sad are always etched into my memory, and when they roll around on the calendar, it's hard not to revisit old emotions. I've accepted the loss of my grandparents, but I doubt I'll ever not be sad about it. That's not to say I'm perpetually sad...just that remembering the loss is always upsetting.
Sigh. My grandmothers were awesome. I bet my grandfathers were pretty rad, too, but I never knew them. I have no certainty when it comes to what happens after death, but I sure hope I'll get to see them all again, eventually.
Ugh. What a depressing week.
