For the next week or so, Grandma and I can still pretend everything is normal. I am not even sure if her surgeon told her the news…Grandma asked me while she was still in recovery and groggy on pain meds and I said yes, it was evident cancer had spread to her lymph nodes and she said, but what does that mean, no chemo right and I said, well, yes chemo is the usual treatment but we don’t have to worry about that right now and she said OK. She hasn’t brought it up since. We will visit the surgeon next week and that’s soon enough for me.
Grandma has been slow to get back in gear and while I understand she had a kinda major operation, I do believe she is using it as a bit of an excuse to just give in to her general tired and worried attitude. So when I came today and found she hadn’t dressed all day, I pressed for us to eat at the pseudo-restaurant that’s part of the cafeteria.
Several times throughout the meal she conceded that the dinner was better, more fun, more relaxing and probably good for her. I mentioned I wasn’t leaving until I saw her dressed and out doors so she might as well as have agreed to a pleasant dinner before I grand marched her. She said she might have sensed that. We then had the following conversation.
Me: Now tomorrow I’ll run errands in the morning, fix lunch, and make sure you’re set for dinner before I leave.
Grandma: Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can take care of myself.
Me: You can, can you?
Grandma: Yes, and I’d better. Otherwise my granddaughter will…
Me: Get on to you?
Grandma: Yes! You would not believe how tough she is!
Me: I can imagine.
Grandma: She’s so tough on me!
Me: I solved that problem by not having kids.
Grandma: Well if I had known how it would turn out, I might not have either.
Grandma: That’s the problem with things like this. You never know what you’re going to get.