Grandmother: Out of the ICU! That’s good news, as the environment was taking a mental toll on her. Moving to a regular hospital room might be a baby step on the recovery from a triple bypass, but it’s one in the right direction.
Grandfather: Rehydrated, home from the hospital and resting until he’s readmitted for Wednesday’s surgery. They will be removing the tumor, along with about eight inches of the surrounding colon. It is definitely cancer, but we won’t know what stage it is in until they get in there and assess the lymph nodes. We’re all praying that this surgery is sufficient and that he doesn’t have to undergo chemotherapy.
Me: I have a cold. Big whoop, right? I feel pretty puny, and the timing is not at all convenient, but a sore throat is of no consequence in the grand scheme of things. I can even see a positive side, such as the truly bizarre dreams I tend to have when I’m not sleeping well. In one, I was drinking a pepper-infused beer that, lo and behold, made my dream-self’s throat hurt. In another, I was knitting a mermaid costume so I could be launched into the sky to save my friends by beating a video game. Interpret that.
So, that’s what’s going on. If you need me, I’ll be on the couch trying to determine if 9:30 in the morning is too early for a medicinal hot toddy.