I woke up at 4 something this morning with blood running down my legs.  Spent the morning at the ER, but they couldn’t do anything.  T’s taken a week off of work, I’m off work until the doc clears me to go  back.

This has been an eventful week.  I got the information about the next stage in the custody battle, the psychological evaluations.  We’ve set up a tenative appointment, but that may change depending on if/when my mother schedules the others.  The office we have to go to is being very cool about trying to schedule things close so we don’t need to make more than one trip.

Also, after a trip to the ER late Sunday night/early Monday morning, we’ve realized I just may end up spotting with this baby.  Everything is fine, but I’m still spotting today, so we took a trip to the dr’s office.  T ended up taking the day off work to go with me.  And the Doctor has decided that I will be on a leave of absence at least through June 11th.  That’s my next appointment and if the spotting has stopped, I may be able to go back to work.  At that time, I’ll take my job description along and see if there is anything specific he wants me to avoid.  I know I’m not allowed to lift anything over thirty pounds, but he needs to make a list for them at work of what I can and can’t do.  I will be getting short term disability after two weeks off, so basically, about a week before my appointment, I’ll be getting partial wages.  I have some vacation and personal time to cover through then as well.

So, anyways, that’s the basics for now.  My grandmother is doing well.  She’s in a hospital closer to home now, getting some physical therapy and waiting to see when the radiation will start.  She had an appointment a few days ago, but I keep forgetting to ask my mother what the doctors said. 

And yes, this means I’ll probably be around the boards more frequently, trying to keep sane while I’m stuck home with T’s aunt and the dog all day, every day for the next three weeks.

Gramma had surgery on Wednesday afternoon.  She came through as well as can be expected.  They could not remove all of the tumor, it would have damaged her brain far too much.  The doctor has told her now that this is not curable.  With Chemo and Radiation, they can control the tumor.  The average life expectancy with this type of tumor is about a year.  Some people go much longer, others are much shorter, but average is a year.

I spoke to her briefly today, but she couldn’t hear me on the phone. 

T and I’ve already decided, if Gram makes it to December, and the baby and I are cleared to travel, we are going to spend Christmas in PA.  I want Gramma to be part of Baby’s first christmas, if we can do it.

Other than that, I’m just dealing as best I can.

So yesterday, at 7:30 in the morning, I get awakened to a phone call from my mother.  My grandmother fell in the wee hours of the morning, and she landed on her face, so mom convinced her to go to the hospital.  They did a cat scan, as they suspected she may have broken her nose and maybe a bone in her hand, and they found a tumor.

On her brain.

After an MRI, the neurologist has said that from the shape, it’s malignant and fast growing.  They’ve done another cat scan, to look for more tumors anywhere else in her body.  She has not been told yet, she just knows they’re trying to get the swelling in her brain down to do a biopsy.

If I disappear for a bit, it’ll be because I’m probably going to have to travel to PA for a bit, once we know a bit more of what kind of time frame we’re dealing with. 

Man, seems there’s always stuff like this when I’m pregnant.  With Kellen, I had two funerals in two weeks during my seventh month.  This whole situation is worse than those.