I've been cautious with the words I extend
It's really weird how some people deal with death when someone else's days are numbered. My grandmother has been diagnosed with cancer in her gums and mouth. My family seems to think that the Alzheimer's disease (which she hasn't officially been diagnosed with) is going to cut her life short before Christmas. My dad told me that he is quite positive that this will be her last Thanksgiving. On Sunday, she will be moved from her assisted living home to a nursing facility with 24 hour care. I realize she's not exactly doing well, but me being the optimistic one scares me. Either that, like many things in life, I am being kept in the dark.
So plans are being made so I can go to Chicago for Christmas. Even if it means maxing out the credit cards I recently paid off to do so. That way I can find out what's going on. My family seems to think I'm a kid who can't deal with stress. I partially blame my mom for that because for years she told my aunts that I was severely depressed (which I was) and fragile (I just needed to learn to be a man in my teens). On my last 2 trips there, many seemed off-put that I was standing up for myself and dare I say speaking my mind. Its not my fault that they all feel that feelings should be suppressed with massive amounts of whiskey.
So plans are being made so I can go to Chicago for Christmas. Even if it means maxing out the credit cards I recently paid off to do so. That way I can find out what's going on. My family seems to think I'm a kid who can't deal with stress. I partially blame my mom for that because for years she told my aunts that I was severely depressed (which I was) and fragile (I just needed to learn to be a man in my teens). On my last 2 trips there, many seemed off-put that I was standing up for myself and dare I say speaking my mind. Its not my fault that they all feel that feelings should be suppressed with massive amounts of whiskey.