Nov 9, 2009

And now, for my 90th post, I bring you bad news....

I called Michael from work today after lunch. Guess what he told me.... Come on, just guess....

Granddaddy is in the hospital and has been since an ambulance picked him up Saturday. Granny said they think he might have prostate cancer, along with whatever else they find when they get all the test results back. Great.

The best part? My sister DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME!!! Mike told Michael today.

I could have visited him yesterday, while I was off work. Instead, I get to leave work at 7pm tonight, go home, get my husband and son, drive to the hospital, get there around bedtime, visit for 10 or 20 minutes, then drive home. Then we all get to go to bed late (mostly my child, who likes his 8pm bedtime and will protest VERY LOUDLY if he is late about getting to bed).

Thanks heaps, Sissy.

I love you, no matter what. I just wish you had told me.

2 comments:

Helen H David said...

Well, I'm glad you at least told me. And she even called me AND texted me, and didn't even mention it.
I'll be up to the hospital tomorrow.
Love you. Kiss the baby for me.
PS. Captcha is bings. I'd like to give someone some bings.

Beth Dunn said...

I'm sorry to hear about your Grandfather. xoxo

SC