Words have left me short on this topic, because all I can really, truly say is cancer sucks. Simply said. It fucking sucks.
This is my grandma… who I spent weeks with as a toddler, flying to Michigan with her from Texas. Who took care of me on sick days when my mom had to work or go to school, who watched The Price is Right with me before kindergarten. The grandma who I was always excited to have sleepovers at her house and she’d take me to the store to get a craft or art kit. The grandma who spoiled the hell out of us at Christmas, who bought me a cockatiel for my 13th birthday. The grandma who makes the best chocolate pie ever for Thanksgiving and Christmas. The one I would willingly spend weekends with as a teenager, just to get out of the house. The grandma who always had red hots in a candy dish on her counter. The grandma who became Oma to my babies, and has been there for them from day one- always willing to take care of them and love on them. The Oma who Hudson surely won’t be able to live without ever- so she MUST live forever. Or at least until he’s able to understand the circle of life.
Tomorrow afternoon she has surgery to remove the lump in her breast. It seems, so far, that it should be uncomplicated and she’ll have to have radiation. But she also has (a lack of) blood clotting issues so that makes surgery so scary too. She can get a little cut and it’ll bleed for days. The thought of the bad things that could happen tomorrow are suppressed deep down, but I know they’re real.
So please, if you’re the praying type, say a prayer for her. She’s the best.