Questions Unanswered

There are so many things going on that are diverting my attention from school work. I hate not being able to focus, and it's really starting to get to me. 

First, my grandfather is dying. He's had Parkinson's Disease for several years now, but it's progressing swiftly, and he's now confined to a hospital bed in his living room. Hospice care has been arranged for him, and my father is making funeral arrangements. It's all very surreal to me. He's been a rather formidable presence in my life, and has always been so vibrant and present of mind. It's difficult to see him suffer so, and I wish that he would go quickly if for no other reason than that his quality of life is so depleted. My family spent all of Sunday together to have a final family get together. He's not expected to make it to Christmas. My dad has asked me to sing at the funeral, but I'm not sure I can. It's difficult to sing and cry at the same time. 

Today, I had an ultrasound to determine what to do next with my body. The ultrasound revealed six more polyps in my uterus that were previously undetected by the biopsy. The doctor doesn't know if they are cancerous or not, but she is consulting with an oncologist as to how to proceed with my case. I was supposed to hear back from her today, but she never called. If I don't hear from her tomorrow, I will call her. 

I am feeling overwhelmed, and I really need to go attend to some homework. I'm excited for the children to go to their father's this weekend, maybe I can catch up some on my work. 

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