My Grandaddy has been in the hospital since last Friday evening and they are still in the test running stage. So far, we know he has polminary fibrosis (sp?) (the bottom half of his lungs have hardened). There is also something off with his blood, his heart, and his spleen. Lord willing, they'll be able to get him figured out and taken care of. Praise the Lord he went to the hospital when he did! If he had waited any longer, the doctors said there's no way he would have made it. Thankful to God for sparing my Grandaddy's life once again.
Earlier, I took Ryder by there so he could see his Pop Pop on his first birthday. After visiting for a bit, I walked downstairs, down some halls, and into the emergency room...to see......my Grama. Yes, my Grama. She fell this morning, hit her head, and really tore up her arm and hip. We're still waiting to see whats happening with that, but it was absolutely heart breaking. I left my Grandaddy's room with, "Tell your Grama I love her and I'm so sorry I can't be down there with her." and then left Grama's room with, "Make sure you tell your Grandaddy that I love him." And I did. And he cried. And it broke my heart some more.
So if you get a chance, send a prayer up for my sweet grandparents. It's so hard for them to not be able to be there for each other.
Oh, and thank you for the birthday wishes! I've had happier days, but that's alright. :) I'm about to go shopping with my fantastic boyfriend, so I'm POSITIVE that'll brighten up the mood. Retail therapy & the guy I love.
Win-Win.
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