Last week was quite a week. Good and bad. Downs and ups.
I spent most of the week sick with some sort of stomach bug. And that was crappy (heh heh). I’m usually one of those horrible people who goes to work when sick because when I stay home sick I feel useless. And I hate feeling useless. But my nephew was due to come into the world on Monday and I didn’t want to miss it, so I actually took care of myself.
Mid-week I got news that my nana’s fast growing lung growth was definitely cancer, and that it had spread to her lymphatic system. Terrible is an understatement. Her health has been bad for a while, so she’s not a surgery candidate. If the tests that they’re doing tomorrow don’t show anything bad, then she’ll start radiation and chemo soon, but even so the prognosis isn’t great.
I was still sick when my sister-in-law went into labor Thursday morning. I was working (making myself feel useful) at home and anxiously reading texts from my mom and brother and hoping for pictures. It was disappointing as hell (I’d planned to stay at the hospital with them and snuggle my new nephew as quickly as I could), but I’d rather delay the baby cuddles than make baby and mom sick!
Friday morning, my nephew finally emerged. I got to see him for a minute (but no longer, because I was still sick). He is adorable and strong and healthy, and my sister-in-law is recovering well.
This weekend I’ll get to see my nana and my nephew and give them both hugs wishing Nana speedy recovery and my nephew a happy healthy childhood.