Sometimes, Hope Just Isn't Enough.

Mum phoned today when I was pretty much completely unclothed as I was going to go for a shower, so I had to throw my clothes back on and go down to the payphone. The payphone that I normally use is out of service, and the phone I like to use was already in use, so I had to use one of the phones in main lister, by the doors to Kelsey and Mack. And I didn't have my keys, so I locked myself out, basically.

So, the gist of the conversation was the surgeon has to remove half of my grandma's pancrease with the tumour and it's cancerous, but we don't know how much it has infected the pancrease already. But basically, she's dying. And there isn't anything I can do about it.

I probably won't feel like posting for awhile, but I'm sure you'll understand.

Sometimes, hope just isn't enough.