Hoping

First of all, I should probably warn you that this is not the light-hearted, loving-life type post that I usually have.
Today I found out that my grandmother has breast cancer. They don't know how much it has spread or really how bad it is, but she will be having a mastectomy on Wednesday. She is about 70 and lives outside of Jackson, TN (halfway between Nashville and Memphis). She went into the hospital a couple of weeks ago for a cough she couldn't get rid of. Before they allowed her to leave, they made her have a mammogram. That's when they found the tumor.

I leave for Cambridge on Friday (in 7 days). I suppose that's what's most difficult for me...not being here when I should be for my family. I hope that everything will work out, she will be fine, and I can come back to see the same Mamaw that I know and love. I hope for that.

This is one of the most difficult and scary things that I have ever dealt with in my life. For those who know me, you know that I like to have a plan. The unknowing kills me. That is difficult, to leave the country not knowing if my grandmother will be here when I come back. No matter what happens, I know that she has lived a good life, has raised a good family, and got to live out her dreams. I hope that she is granted the chance to continue living them. As for me, I am a believer that there is nothing in this world that we can't handle. So, I'm positive that my family will make it through this stronger than we were before.

I'm not sure if it's okay to ask or not, but if you could remember her in your prayers, we would all appreciate it. I will be lighting a candle for her at church on Sunday, which is our strange Unitarian equivalent of a prayer. I know that things will work out, but it never hurts to have a little help ;-)

Thanks for reading this far, and I'm sorry for the downer of a post. It just feels better to write it down, and I feel like I should share it with those who care.