Featured Post from Sittingrumpy
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on 07-15-2010 at 11:53 PM
January 1, 2010 began the worst year of my life, thus far. It started right away with me being hospitalized for a week, out of work for almost three weeks. January 30, my marriage was a wreck, physically and mentally abusive. We are still working through that. June, we had to unexpectedly move with very little savings and no time to waist. Now, we have been moved 11 days, still trying to settle and recover financially..... the phone rings.
It's my grandmother and I can hear the panic in her voice. My uncle has been coughing up blood, after some test, the doctor thinks it could be cancer. Bubba has informed us all that if it is, he will not take any radiation or kemo treatments.
Today, we all go to the hospital and we wait and wait and wait some more. The procedure was over at 11:45 am. The doctors tells his son and my grandma that she does believe 98% sure it is lung cancer but that we have to wait until Monday for the official word.
The family decided not to tell him what she said and to wait until Monday when she is certain before he is told.
From the first phone call two days ago, to right this minute sitting here typing, I have had a bad feeling about this. My uncle was 15 when I was born, I lived a good part of my life with him and my mema... he is like my brother and I am scared.
He has chemical burns on his lungs from a work related injury, from that he has emphysema, this isn't a healthy man fighting this. I feel helpless, unable to control the results or the outcome.
I am terrified.