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.................oh shit.
Feb. 25th, 2008 01:11 pmAnd you know when I start a post with "oh shit," it can't be good.
Grandma Cozie is not doing well. Her stomach cancer has spread to her lymph nodes, which is never good. She started chemo treatments, but I guess that's not going well for her either. My parents got a call from her yesterday while I was at work, and she's not faring very well. So...my wonderful, loving parents made the decision without even really asking me (read that with a load of sarcasm!) that I am going to go down to Opp for about a month or so to help take care of her and her house while she's got hospice coming over to help with her treatments and stuff. Oh wait, I forget, it's not that they didn't ask me whether I wanted to or not. They just asked if that was "okay with me." I guess I can't say "no," now can I? But really, it's not like anyone else can go do it. Dad can't take that much time off of work. Mom certainly can't (and won't) because she's limited enough with her MS. And Hunter can't--he has to finish up school, and we don't want to fuck up his attendance so he can't graduate. "Well, Holly's not going to college this semester. And it's not like she works in an important job that she just loves!"
...Okay, yeah, I sound bitter. It's not that I'm bitter...it's just that they made this decision without really consulting me about it, just assuming that I'd be okay with it. I'll be down in a little armpit of a town in southern Alabama...WITHOUT MY CAR...and far from contact of my friends and loved ones up here in Indiana unless I jump on a computer with Internet access at the local library or something for about a month or two. That's a long time. Happy? I have to leave my car, my dog and my boyfriend up here in Indiana! I'm so happy, I could fart rainbows!!
Actually, my boss at Strack's was good about it. I opted to talk to Randy about it because frankly, if I talked to Milijana, she probably would've been all, "Well? What do you want me to do about it?" Randy said he'd hold my position, and Micki said I'd just be on leave as long as I keep in touch with them to let them know how things are and how much longer I'll be down in Alabama. (I'm not eligible for family leave because I haven't worked there long enough.)
So I'm just saying, it may be a while before you hear from me again. In reality...it might not be so long. I really hate to say it, but if she's gotten this bad...it's like when she came up last summer for my Aunt Ruth when she took a turn for the worst and passed away within a week or so. I hate to say that; it sounds like I'm almost wishing it would happen so I can be home sooner, and really, that's not what I want. But if it's this bad, she probably doesn't have much longer. Once you think about it, she has suffered a lot for a long time now. She's lost her husband, her two other children (my Aunt Pam and Uncle Ken), three grandchildren (Angela, Amber and JR), and her brother and sister (my great Aunt Ruth and great Uncle James). My mom and I don't know how she's managed to live with it this long. She's probably depressed and just wants it to be done so she can see her family again.
The first thing that I thought when my parents sprung the news on me was how much I'd miss Kevin. Just when things are looking good with us...this. I called him and told him about it, and he was so good about it. He even stopped by this morning when he got off his midnight shift so we could spend a little time together and say, "See you when you get back." It was amazing...it was the first time Bo has actually behaved himself around a new person. Kevin's like the dog whisperer or something.
Grandma Cozie is not doing well. Her stomach cancer has spread to her lymph nodes, which is never good. She started chemo treatments, but I guess that's not going well for her either. My parents got a call from her yesterday while I was at work, and she's not faring very well. So...my wonderful, loving parents made the decision without even really asking me (read that with a load of sarcasm!) that I am going to go down to Opp for about a month or so to help take care of her and her house while she's got hospice coming over to help with her treatments and stuff. Oh wait, I forget, it's not that they didn't ask me whether I wanted to or not. They just asked if that was "okay with me." I guess I can't say "no," now can I? But really, it's not like anyone else can go do it. Dad can't take that much time off of work. Mom certainly can't (and won't) because she's limited enough with her MS. And Hunter can't--he has to finish up school, and we don't want to fuck up his attendance so he can't graduate. "Well, Holly's not going to college this semester. And it's not like she works in an important job that she just loves!"
...Okay, yeah, I sound bitter. It's not that I'm bitter...it's just that they made this decision without really consulting me about it, just assuming that I'd be okay with it. I'll be down in a little armpit of a town in southern Alabama...WITHOUT MY CAR...and far from contact of my friends and loved ones up here in Indiana unless I jump on a computer with Internet access at the local library or something for about a month or two. That's a long time. Happy? I have to leave my car, my dog and my boyfriend up here in Indiana! I'm so happy, I could fart rainbows!!
Actually, my boss at Strack's was good about it. I opted to talk to Randy about it because frankly, if I talked to Milijana, she probably would've been all, "Well? What do you want me to do about it?" Randy said he'd hold my position, and Micki said I'd just be on leave as long as I keep in touch with them to let them know how things are and how much longer I'll be down in Alabama. (I'm not eligible for family leave because I haven't worked there long enough.)
So I'm just saying, it may be a while before you hear from me again. In reality...it might not be so long. I really hate to say it, but if she's gotten this bad...it's like when she came up last summer for my Aunt Ruth when she took a turn for the worst and passed away within a week or so. I hate to say that; it sounds like I'm almost wishing it would happen so I can be home sooner, and really, that's not what I want. But if it's this bad, she probably doesn't have much longer. Once you think about it, she has suffered a lot for a long time now. She's lost her husband, her two other children (my Aunt Pam and Uncle Ken), three grandchildren (Angela, Amber and JR), and her brother and sister (my great Aunt Ruth and great Uncle James). My mom and I don't know how she's managed to live with it this long. She's probably depressed and just wants it to be done so she can see her family again.
The first thing that I thought when my parents sprung the news on me was how much I'd miss Kevin. Just when things are looking good with us...this. I called him and told him about it, and he was so good about it. He even stopped by this morning when he got off his midnight shift so we could spend a little time together and say, "See you when you get back." It was amazing...it was the first time Bo has actually behaved himself around a new person. Kevin's like the dog whisperer or something.
