Gram’s Are The Best
My husband’s side of the family never calls and tells us anything. When my Grand-mom, or should I say, Grand mom in-law had bladder cancer four years ago and had to have it removed no one called to let us know. When the cancer moved to her colon and she had to have that removed, no one called. when she had to have the cancer removed from her lung, no one called.
So when my sister in law called me yesterday and asked if her father had called me, I said, “no. Why what’s wrong.”
I knew it was serious.
She told me that my Grand mom was in the hospital and they were flying her to University of Pennsylvania because she had a tumor in her trachea and she couldn’t breathe. The hospital she was in couldn’t do the surgery because they thought it was cancer and they weren’t equipped to do laser surgery. If it was cancer and they did the surgery she would of bled to much and probably wouldn’t of made it.
My Gram is 87 years old and just as exuberant as she was 20 years ago. She lives alone and is completely independent. She still drives. She attends socials for single people. She gave up being an Avon representative a few years ago, after, I don’t know, fifty years. Gram says Avon is what keeps her young. She has 5 children, 12 grandchildren, 10 great grandchildren and 1 great great grandchild, yes that would be my Lexi. For Christ sake she was out polka dancing Saturday night.
So when the doctor came out of surgery and told us she was fine we were beyond astonishment. It wasn’t cancer. It was a polyp that obstructed her airway, giving her a pin hole of breathing space. She went home today. She even flirted with the doctor when he came in the room to check on her after the surgery. That rascal.
She’ll probably out live all of us.