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Grandma went in for surgery early this morning, but they weren't able to remove the tumor because it's too intertwined with the stomache and pancrease. Instead, they cut off some nerves so she wouldn't be in pain, and re-routed some things in the pancrease through the stomache, or some such. After she recovers from the surgery, they're hoping to start her on chemo (if she agrees) to see if it will help any, because they're not sure that it will. After that, if it helps, they may see about removing the tumor later.

It's all my mum's been talking about all day, and I'm getting tired of it. It just isn't the way things are done in my family, and she doesn't understand that. Her and Aunty Sandy feel the need to talk about it constantly. She's been on the phone all day telling everyone and repeating herself 20 times a conversation. It jsut...grates on me. I don't think my dad can handle it anymore either, because he snapped at her for it before supper. Which made her go off to her room crying. Which made my dad go down to talk to her and they got in a fight. Again. Funny thing, they pretty much only fight when I'm home. Most of the time when it's just them, they get on just fine. Correllation? I think so.

I don't even know why I bother coming home anymore. There isn't much point, as grandma's at the U of A hospital anyway, and I really don't like coming home. Besides, this isn't home anyway. Just a place where I used to live. I want to go home.