This past week, the hubs and I babysat our niece so his sister and her hubs could go to a friend’s rehearsal dinner and wedding. She was so good for us both nights and she is always so much fun to play with. As she becomes bigger and more mobile, she is so curious and she’s picking up on so many things. It’s adorable to watch.
Bath time was so much fun. And her unicorn towel is adorable!
So my family has this horrible genetic mutation (BRCA1) that wildly increases our chances of breast and ovarian cancer, among others (My mom’s mom and one of her sisters died from Ovarian cancer and my cousin, that sister’s daughter, had breast cancer at 30). There’s also a separate mutation that causes cancer of the duct between your liver and gall bladder (this is what my mom’s dad died from). I have been hounding my mom since my last aunt died 5 years ago to get tested to find out if she has the gene mutation. No point in my getting tested if she does not (because there’s no way I could have it), so the sooner she found out, the sooner I could be tested (since we were all 100% sure she had it).
She FINALLY got tested 2 weeks ago and received her results today. She is completely NEGATIVE for all 3 genetic mutations!!! This means her chances of breast cancer are normal, her chances of ovarian cancer are non-existent (because she had a preemptive hysterectomy in her mid-30s), and I’m normal too! No mid-30s hysterectomy for me, just a normal life with less worry. I’m so happy she was finally tested and I’m so ecstatic to know the results!!
Party party party!
Here are a few of the pretty arrangements/plants that were sent to my grandfather’s funeral last week. These were my favorite.
The picture in this picture is the last that was taken of my grandparents – at my cousin’s wedding in May. I think these flowers are just beautiful.
People say bad things happen in 3s. Yesterday Ed McMahon died, then today it was Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. My dad just called and told me my grandfather died. For me, today, bad things happen in 4s.
This morning I called my dad to tell him I saw Bruce Willis last night, because he loves Die Hard and, lets face it, I’m still really excited that I saw him. When I finished he told me that my brother spent the night in the hospital last night. Stop. What? I might not get along very well with my brother, but mostly because I worry about him and don’t approve of a lot of what he does, not because I don’t love him.
Apparently he was longboarding in Huntsville when a car pulled out in front of him. According to his Twitter he hit it going 35 mph and then a parked car. My dad says he has to go up there today to get him because his friends left last night. Good friends. His Twitter says he has 5 broken ribs, and my dad says he may have a concussion, may have a broken elbow and has a bunch of stitches. Hopefully this doesn’t result in him having a bunch of hospital bills as well as having to pay for repairs to the 2 cars. I would imagine he at least caused dents. I hope he’s ok…I hear broken ribs are painful. I can’t imagine 5.
I was going to write this post a few days ago, but decided to keep the depressing stuff to myself. Until…
Tonight after work I was walking through Times Square to the subway. My parents called me and my mom said, “I’m here with Dad. I called to update you on Papa.” Papa is my mom’s dad whose 84th birthday is Sunday. He went to the doctor last week because he had been lethargic and not quite himself. The doctor apparently looked at him and said, you’re going to the hospital. He’s been there ever since. They didn’t know what was wrong with him and thought he was better and they were going to send him home. Then he threw up and forgot where he was and why he was there, regardless of how many times people told him when he asked.
It was finally determined to be a gall bladder infection. They were going to give him antibiotics and let him go home. Then next thing I know, mom calls me and tells me he just got out of surgery and that they took out his gall bladder – also, they determined he has cirrhosis of the liver (even though he’s definitely not an alcoholic).
When I got this call I was afraid she was going to tell me he had passed away suddenly – she sounded like she’d been crying. Instead she told me he does not have cirrhosis of the liver, it’s cancer. And it’s inoperable. He’s apparently going home tomorrow with hospice care.
I have so many questions – what stage is it? Usually hospice means it’s bad. Was it another form of cancer originally, or does he only have cancer of the liver? Are they going to treat it? It seems like most of these questions don’t matter because he is 84. Everyone seems to be thinking – well, a lot of people don’t live to that age – be happy, he had a good life. It’s really sad.
I think what compounds it is that we recently found out that my uncle who had esophageal cancer and beat it, now has lung cancer in both of his lungs. Then I found out my dad’s cousin, who is like an aunt, has 2 different kinds of breast cancer. My 31 year old cousin also recently beat breast cancer, and a few years ago, her mom (my aunt) died after 11 years of fighting ovarian cancer. (Update: Nearly three years after this post was written, I have been corrected, my aunt battled cancer for 6 year, not 11. Somewhere along the way I was misinformed.)
It’s just a little depressing tonight. Cancer is bad.
I have been neglectful. I haven’t posted in so long. I would say it’s because I’ve been busy, but I’m always busy. Everyone’s always busy. I think I’m slowly starting to lose interest. Sad, right? Anyway, I have a funny comment from church yesterday that I want to share.
So at the end of mass the priest made all his announcements about the homeless shelter, volunteering, a group they have for parents raising children in the city with faith, etc. As we were walking out and shaking all 3 of the priest’s hands in the back of the church, one of them said to tbf: “Good morning young man, do you have any children?” He looked at me and said, “no.” The priest said, “well, go home and make some and come to my meeting.” *jaw drop* Can a priest say that?? Haha, I laughed about it for like 5 mins. I even called to tell my mom cause I thought she might laugh. She didn’t find it funny. Oops.