In which 'not good' turns to 'bad...'
Well, the test results are in and my Grammy had a mild heart attack. Ugh.
Now they're talking catheterization and angioplasty and all kinds of words we don't want to hear. Grandma is freaking out. ["I should've just died in the ambulance," she says.]
Poo, I say.
'Cept for her heart, she is so healthy... if we can get her to calm down and get thru this she has a good five, maybe even ten years left...
Yuk. :P
Now they're talking catheterization and angioplasty and all kinds of words we don't want to hear. Grandma is freaking out. ["I should've just died in the ambulance," she says.]
Poo, I say.
'Cept for her heart, she is so healthy... if we can get her to calm down and get thru this she has a good five, maybe even ten years left...
Yuk. :P
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Sending healing thoughts.
{{{Hugs}}} Here's hoping all goes well! Sending healing (and calming) thoughts!
*hugs*
I hope your grandma gets better soon!
I'll be keeping her (and you!) in my thoughts! She's going to be o.k., this will all turn out fine.
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