Tomorrow my grandfather has surgery to remove cancer from his stomach. A cancer that has over the past year caused him to love 70+ lbs. My brain right now is telling me to throw in the towel and mope. It was so hard to call and talk with him this afternoon. I felt like he was saying I love you today because he thought he wonuld not be able to tell me later. Lots of tears after that phone. Thankfully a really adorable 6 month old that was being so good sweetly held my hand while I was trying not to cry. This kid would be my nephew.
So after a great desire to buy a plain ticket back to the mainland I had to get my mind back on track. I had to remind myself that I have to be here to take care of my nephew and that eating whatever/not working out was not going to make me any better. As much as my 80 year old grandfather, who stubborned his way through life without functioning legs, going though an intense surgery to remove part of his stomache is scarey God has his life in his hands.
All I can do is keep it moving and have faith that his doctors have it all in control. I miss my pop, my gram, and summers on their farm.
I hope everyone tomorrow still keeps it moving no matter their circumstances or emotional state. I know I am going to show up and do my best even though I may not want too.