ugh finally some decent news
So these last 2 weeks have been pretty hard on me. Every time I answered my phone I got some pretty bad news, it started when I got the phone call about my mom going into emergency (she just had a stomach virus), a week later it was my that Grandma was bleeding internally and had to go to emergency, the next day was my grandma now had a tumor in her colon and my other grandma broke her foot and had to go to emergency, wednesday they called me and told me that the tumor in my grandma was cancerous, thursday my grandma went into surgery to remove the tumor and I was on the bus going to the CHS building and it got into an accident and I had to walk the rest of the way to class, and friday my dad called me at 8 am and told me that they could only remove 95% of the tumor because it was embedded into my grandma's abdominal wall. So friday I ended up skipping work (thanks Mel) and class and went home to be with my family.
That night my mom and myself went up to the hospital to see my grandma. On the way there she was telling me all the stuff she didn't want to tell me on the phone like that my grandma might not make it through the weekend and that the surgeon was pretty sure it was stage 4 cancer, my mom told me that when I go in there I have to be able to hold back my tears because she didn't want my grandma or grandpa to see me cry. well I get in there and I was talking with my grandpa and rolling him around in the wheel chair, I was pretty much trying not to look at my grandma because she looked so bad and I knew I would start to cry. I then sat in the corner and the tears started coming down, my mom looked at me and she made up an excuse to get me out of the room. I was so thankful I couldn't say a thing. Luckily when I was leaving I saw my aunt and uncle and my uncle took me out of ICU and tried to calm me down. The rest of the night I wore my sunglasses when I was around my Grandpa. He probably thought I was crazy.
The next day my Grandma got moved out of ICU and I ended up staying a couple of hours with her before I went to go visit my other grandma. She was really upbeat and a little more talkative then the day before. I was okay the whole day until my one aunt asked who gave her all of the flowers and I said that I sent the yellow ones with the stuffed animal bunny and my grandma looked at me and asked who I was. That teared me up inside but I made a joke saying that I was Christi the #2 grandchild and she said "that's right I knew you looked familiar." I realize that the morphine caused her to be that out of it, but I just wanted to cry.
My sister's and I left and went over to my other grandma's to see her for a bit. When we get there my grandma gave me the sheet of paper that said what she did, when I looked at it and saw what bones she fractured I was shocked. They told me it was her foot and it is actually both bones in her leg. Her foot is barely attached to the rest of her body, so I went out and got my back pack and I pulled out my atlas of the human body (I know I am a dork for carrying that around with me.) and showed her what bones she fractured.
Sunday was a good day, my Grandma was in good spirits and said she was going to do everything she could to live. My mom and my aunt and uncles were not because they knew that the results from the surgery was coming back on monday and they were thinking the worst.
Just as I got downtown for my class, my phone rang and it was my mom. I so did not want to answer it because I knew she was going to tell me the news and I thought it was going to be bad. I answered and it was the first time in 2 weeks that my mom sounded happy on the phone. She told me that the cancer is only in stage 2 and that there is so much scar tissue that the rest of the cancer cells will not be able to multiply, she said that the oncologist came in and told them if they didn't have a sense of humor they had to leave because he did and basically told my grandma that she has to go through chemotherapy but she should be fine. That was the first good call in 2 weeks. I can't wait until saturday when I will be going home again and seeing my grandparents. I love them so much and I hate being this far away from them when I know they need me.
I know this is long and you really don't have to read it. It is just I can't talk about this out loud to people and I know many of you know what is kinda going on because of Mandy so I figured I would update you and tell you what I know.
Love you all! :)
That night my mom and myself went up to the hospital to see my grandma. On the way there she was telling me all the stuff she didn't want to tell me on the phone like that my grandma might not make it through the weekend and that the surgeon was pretty sure it was stage 4 cancer, my mom told me that when I go in there I have to be able to hold back my tears because she didn't want my grandma or grandpa to see me cry. well I get in there and I was talking with my grandpa and rolling him around in the wheel chair, I was pretty much trying not to look at my grandma because she looked so bad and I knew I would start to cry. I then sat in the corner and the tears started coming down, my mom looked at me and she made up an excuse to get me out of the room. I was so thankful I couldn't say a thing. Luckily when I was leaving I saw my aunt and uncle and my uncle took me out of ICU and tried to calm me down. The rest of the night I wore my sunglasses when I was around my Grandpa. He probably thought I was crazy.
The next day my Grandma got moved out of ICU and I ended up staying a couple of hours with her before I went to go visit my other grandma. She was really upbeat and a little more talkative then the day before. I was okay the whole day until my one aunt asked who gave her all of the flowers and I said that I sent the yellow ones with the stuffed animal bunny and my grandma looked at me and asked who I was. That teared me up inside but I made a joke saying that I was Christi the #2 grandchild and she said "that's right I knew you looked familiar." I realize that the morphine caused her to be that out of it, but I just wanted to cry.
My sister's and I left and went over to my other grandma's to see her for a bit. When we get there my grandma gave me the sheet of paper that said what she did, when I looked at it and saw what bones she fractured I was shocked. They told me it was her foot and it is actually both bones in her leg. Her foot is barely attached to the rest of her body, so I went out and got my back pack and I pulled out my atlas of the human body (I know I am a dork for carrying that around with me.) and showed her what bones she fractured.
Sunday was a good day, my Grandma was in good spirits and said she was going to do everything she could to live. My mom and my aunt and uncles were not because they knew that the results from the surgery was coming back on monday and they were thinking the worst.
Just as I got downtown for my class, my phone rang and it was my mom. I so did not want to answer it because I knew she was going to tell me the news and I thought it was going to be bad. I answered and it was the first time in 2 weeks that my mom sounded happy on the phone. She told me that the cancer is only in stage 2 and that there is so much scar tissue that the rest of the cancer cells will not be able to multiply, she said that the oncologist came in and told them if they didn't have a sense of humor they had to leave because he did and basically told my grandma that she has to go through chemotherapy but she should be fine. That was the first good call in 2 weeks. I can't wait until saturday when I will be going home again and seeing my grandparents. I love them so much and I hate being this far away from them when I know they need me.
I know this is long and you really don't have to read it. It is just I can't talk about this out loud to people and I know many of you know what is kinda going on because of Mandy so I figured I would update you and tell you what I know.
Love you all! :)