Once things start looking up and I'm actually enjoying life, I reach the tip of the hill I start to go back down again.
Last weekend, something horrible happened. I don't feel like talking about that here since that was how I got in trouble in the first place. All I will say is that one of my used-to-be friends is now my walking guilt. To the point where I've been skipping lunch, not going in the caff in the morning, and avoiding her at all costs because everytime I see her, all I see is the huge mistake I made...
Last night we got a phone call from my grandfather. My great uncle Art was in the hospital and my uncle Don (who has been in the hospital for the past week) was put into the ICU for a number of things that were wrong.
This morning we got another call. Good news, my uncle Art was out and now has home care. Bad news... My uncle Don got so bad where he had to be put on life support. Then Mark, (his son and the single member in my family I look up too who is flying in from California) called and said he didn't want that. After they took him off life support, he died shortly after.
After that, we found out that my grandfather had blood is in urine when we woke up this morning and was now in the hospital as well. The same grandfather that called us last night and sounded completely fine... I still don't have an update about that yet...
I can't help but say it makes me terrified for next month when my Grandmother will have to be admitted again to have the procedure to take her kidney stone out. My family seems to be falling apart at the seams...