Well, I just got off the phone with my Granny.
She has stumped the doctors, Dr. Love, told us that his forte is in prognosis, and when he first met my Gran in the ICU, he gave her a prognosis of three days. I arrived with only two days left ticking on her clock. The others began arriving on the fifth day, and on the seventh day? She rallied, and insisted on going home.
She thanked me for getting her house in order, and even noticed I had washed the outside's of her windows! I told her I'll be back tomorrow, can't wait to see her. We don't know what's going to happen, with one collapsed lung, cancer throughout and blood clots floating willy nilly through her body, another heart attack, another stroke, another clot to hit, we just don't know how much longer she has, but at least, we still have her, and she has us.
P.S. I think it was the Playgirl that did the trick!
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- cocobannan
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- As if you couldn't tell, cocobannan is a pseudonym. I'm not sure where I got the name from, but I have periodically used it when feeling slightly adventurous, but still shy. And that is how I would characterise my feelings in starting an online journal such as this. EEEK to be so exposed to so many people gets my stomach in knots. But then again, I have to give myself a shake and remember I ain't no movie star, who cares about my small, uninformed, incomplete, incoherant (at times) musings and rantings? Ahhh anonyminity! So, you may be wondering, if I'm such a nervous blob (with no HTML, flash, Atom, CSS, knowledge or know how.) What the 'Ell am I doing this for? I'm hoping to use this blog to help me organize my artwork and writing in addition to organizing my troubled thoughts. My art is a work in progress, as am I.
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