Feb. 22: Some unwelcome news has come out of Monroe today. My grandma (my dad’s mom) was diagnosed with stomach cancer. Poor grandma has been through so much these past months. My grandpa died in late October. In December, Grandma’s osteoporosis got the upper hand, and her hip broke. Since then, she’s undergone surgery and been living in a rehabilitation center. She fell again a couple weeks ago, but didn’t seem to break anything.
My dear grandma hasn’t had much to feel hopeful about these days. It’s been a hard winter for her. Dad gets down to see her a couple times each week and is working hard to keep her spirits up and her life in order. In the last couple days, doctors were concerned with some of her bloodwork, so they did further testing. Hence the new finding of cancer.
I’ve got to think that one of the last things my dad needs in his life is more visits with oncologists. Appointments are scheduled next week to follow-up on the CT scan she had today. From there, we’ll determine if surgery is an option. Grandma is already so frail.
We’re going to try to get down to Monroe this weekend to share some baby- and Andrew-love with her.
Althea, Bryan, Andrew, and Sylvia