Jun 25, 2004 20:40
My grandfather's in the hospital recovering crom colon cancer. Two feet of his small intestine have been recently removed, but aside from an infection he seems to be recovering well. He passed gas today, which is excellent for someone who's gone through what he has. Seriously, it's like, the best news we could've had. It means everything is healing. Grandpapa's always had a high Constitution score, so I'm pretty sure he'll make it.
On the downside, my favorite aunt is currently in the midst of a spectacularly deep depression. Knowing how that is, I'm very worried for her. Also, she's being 'treated' for it by a doctor that gives her these titanic pills *that he makes himself*, and none of us trust that one whit. The depression has her really down, and the 'medicine' has her really out of it. Horribly out of it, to the point where saying something takes several seconds of concerted effort. So there I'm really worried. My grandfather has a good track record of recovering from phsycal illness, but my aunt hasn't had a previous serious bout with mental illness.
As I'm finishing this up, I'm running X-Pialadocious, a game I hope to be enjoyable. It's got Mutie Freaks! MUTIE FREAKS! Ahem. And it's running rather hodge-podge, just now; only half those actually playing as I type have actual character sheets I've seen. But that's okay, because this game isn't a whole lot on structure, and as soon as I can stop worrying about what people will think of My Marvel Universe, I can even get it underway. Woo!
--Robin