Dad is having a tumor removed from his bladder this morning. He's already had a kidney biopsy a few weeks ago which showed nothing. Yesterday he had a cystogram that showed a tumor in his bladder near the tubes that connect to his kidney. He is scheduled for a prostate biopsy on the 15th if he's up to it. It may have to be postponed.
Keep him in your thoughts and prayers for me, would ya? I'm real nervous about this surgery and what the outcome will be. I'm trying to keep positive around him and mom. But when I'm home, I'm blubbering and crying because I'm so scared.
My mom-in-law is in the nursing home. She was admitted (her choice) last Thursday. She's trying to get adjusted to living there and it ain't so easy. She's not anti-social. Not at all. She just doesn't know where everything is and how it all works yet. Her phone should be ready tomorrow which will bring great relief. It's no substitute for visitation, though. We've been going to see her a few times a day since she's been there.
She's taking therapy which she deems ridiculous. Heh. I think she thought she could just sit around and eat and sleep. She hadn't planned on doing any "work".
She has a roommate that is on a feeding tube. She doesn't talk at all. I know it gets lonely just sitting in her room so we've encouraged her to explore and make new friends.
She was upset because I didn't come by after work yesterday afternoon. I went to see my Dad instead. I called her on the house phone and she was a mess. Very upset. I sent Hubby over to see her right after he got off from work.
She was upset because her daughter and other grandkids have not been to see her. We've begged and pleaded with them but they don't seem interested yet. So sad. I wish they could see how it tears her up.
She told hubby that all they want is her stuff. She'd already made it clear who she wanted to give her things to. (She doesn't have much...mainly what nots) I just don't think she thought they'd be plundering through her stuff so soon. It hurts her to know they care more about material things than her. It hurts me too.
Even her pastor's wife hasn't called or visited her. I called the lady from my cell phone to let my mom-in-law tell her that she was in the nursing home. First thing the lady asked is what she was going to do with the house. When she told the lady that hubby and I actually own the house, the lady really didn't have anything more to say. Pitiful, ain't it?
Early last night, a co-worker of hubby's called to tell him that someone had a truck and trailer backed up to our other house and he thought hubby should know about it.
Hubby drove out there and found his great niece and her baby daddy had loaded up our washer and dryer, our two wing back chairs, a king-size bed and mattresses, a flat screen tv and a microwave. They were waiting on another guy (whom we have never met) to get there to help load our sleeper sofa. Hubby called to let me know it was relatives out there and not a break-in.
The good news is that no one died a painful death.
They didn't realize that the furnishings were ours to begin with. They were told by her mother to go get whatever they wanted out of the house, so they were helping themselves to our furniture. Heh.
The baby daddy helped hubby put everything back in the house and hubby hooked everything back up like it was supposed to be. Then hubby helped them load the things that they were supposed to have. His great niece called her mom and told her she had given her the wrong information about what she was supposed to be getting out of the house. She asked to speak to hubby.
She informed hubby that he didn't need two houses full of furniture and that they ought to be able to get whatever they wanted. Hubby got a little peeved. He told her that after we decided what we were going to keep, that he'd let her know when and where the sale would be and she could have first dibs on buying what she wanted. That there didn't go over too good. She commenced to using some mighty foul language.
While we do not plan on keeping all of our furniture, I think it is only fair that we decide what to do with it. After all, we worked hard to pay for it.
Hubby has decided to change the locks today after work. We really don't know how many people have a key. I know when we moved I had 3 sets of keys made in case she lost them. I know she's given her daughter a key. Lord knows how many duplicates have been made. I guess that's the best solution. Just change the locks.
I have to make time to take my son to meet his teachers today between 1 and 4 p.m. School starts tomorrow. We finally got his name written on all his supplies late last night.
Work is overloaded with SB still out. (He is having a total colostomy done on the 13th. Please continue to send him good vibes and prayers.)
The new diet we're on is working so far. I've lost 18 pounds and hubby has lost about 25. It gets boring eating the same thing day after day. I'm jonesing for some cornbread and butterbeans and he misses his sweet tea.
Gah. My mind is screaming. I need to get going. Full steam ahead.
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