Over the weekend I found out that my cousin, A., was scheduled for surgery today. She and I don't talk but every so often, so I was surprised to learn that she'd been having headaches off and on for a couple of years. The headaches would come and go, but her doctors couldn't figure out what was causing them.
But it seems that late last week the doctors determined her headaches are caused by a tumor growing between the top of her spine and the base of her skull. The word then was that the doctors gave her a good prognosis, as in they'd be able to remove the tumor and not disturb anything effecting her physicality or her personality, so we've been worried but cautiously hopeful.
I've waited all day to hear something from family at the hospital. The longer the day goes, the more anxious I get. I talked to Dad earlier today as the agreement was that uncle (Dad's brother) would call him when he had some news. So far, no return call from Dad. I've called my uncle's cell phone, but it jumped to voicemail, so I left a message. I called the home phone of my cousin, D. (her brother), and its voicemail picked up, so I left him a message, too.
I'm glad I don't have a lot of other commitments to work on right now. I'm not sure how I'd concentrate. I'd consider driving up and joining them (they're about an hour or so away), but that being unplanned I could just become one more person for them to deal with.
I think this is going to be a long night.