What A Day!

Okay. Well applying at the Health Department was a WONDERFUL idea. I applied and got presumptive medicaid right there. And the day after I got a PHONE CALL telling me that they needed extra information. Which I am totally okay with because I talked to a REAL person who told me this! Instead of getting something in the mail. WOOHOO. WIC appointment tuesday at 1:30.


Now. Onto my crazy day. So I got a call from my mother at about 10am telling me that my Grandpa Ron was in the hospital. She was already hysterically crying, so of course, I soon started to cry as well as she told me what was going on. Now. My Grandpa Ron hasn't always been the best man in the world. When he was married to my Memaw, he went to Vietnam twice and came back severly messed up. He turned to drugs and drunking. Then turned violent towards his children. Mainly my Aunt Sandy and Aunt Blenda (The two oldest girls). My Memaw and Grandpa Ron divorced and that was that. Memaw got the kids except for my mom, and my Uncle Ron(they chose to stay with him.) Time went on and my mom went back to my Memaw. After a few years, my Memaw remarried, that man is who I call Pepaw! He is the man I grew up with. I didn't even know he wasn't my biological grandfather until I was 13, when my mom asked me to ride with her from NC to FL to visit her real dad. Well. I met him, and I have to say. He was the sweetest, most confused old man I had ever met! My Grandpa Ron suffers from Alzheimer's.  He and I grew very close over the years. I visited him down in FL many, many times. And we talked over the phone, and text messages all the time. Every time we talked, I'd have to remind him who my mom was, how old I was, what I was doing, where I lived. I mean, it was difficult but we did get to know each other very well. I was the first of his grandchildren that he got to see after my memaw and he split up. 


He became a huge part of me life. He was actually one of the first people I told I was pregnant. And I've enjoyed telling him every time we talk that I'm pregnant. Because every time he gets really excited and starts crying about being able to see a great-grandbaby. I mean, my sister has already had a kid, and so have a few of my cousins. But, my mother and I are the only ones from our family that will have anything to do with him.


My Grandpa Ron went in for surgery a few weeks ago. A simple surgery on his foot, something that he had been through twice already. Well. This time it ended up causing a blood clot in his leg, and they didn't catch it in time. Part of it broke loose, and is now in his heart. It's cutting off blood flow. They say he's hooked up to machine's and that those are the only things keeping him alive. They have one option to save him, and that is to do a bypass. But the problem with that is, the bypass has about a 75% chance of killing him as well. 


I spent three hours crying, praying and puking after my mom told me all of this. I forced myself to take a cold shower to calm down. Then I started cleaning, because I always clean when I'm upset, it's just my thing. Well. I've cleaned EVERYTHING in the house. The floors, the walls, the dishes, the clothes, the fridge and counter tops, even scrubbed the toilets and bathtubs. So now I'm stuck here, with nothing else to do. DF is sleeping again (he fell back asleep while I was in the shower). And I dont' want to wake him up just to cry on him. I'm trying really hard not to break down in tears again, because I know I'll end up throwing up again, and I just finally got something to stay down. 


Thank you ladies for letting me get this off my chest. I know I can't tell anyone in my family, because they won't understand.


I would appreciate all the extra Prayers and well wishes we can get for him. He's not the best man in the world, but he doesn't deserve to go this way, he's been through way too much to go out like this, and on Veteran's day no less.