So… today’s Mom’s birthday. And we just got a call saying my grandad’s doctors found something on the catscan of his lungs that mom’s been trying to have him get done for months now. Something “not good”, to the degree that he needs him to come into the office first thing in the morning to get blood work done.
So I’m pretty sure my Papaw has lung cancer, which we found out on Mom’s birthday, because my life can’t be any worse, right?
I am 110% done