end of the road

I SHOULD have realized something was up on Friday during the lunch with my sister. As we were in the parking lot, and she was giving me the things to take for my friend's baby.

"Have you heard from Mom lately?"

"No. Should I?"

"No, I know she's giving you the week to enjoy your time with boyfriend."

"Okay, I'll call her when I get back to Tucson."

Mom wasn't home when I got back. But I left a message, and she called me back.

"Have you heard about Grandma?'

"No, I'm always the last to know anything, right?"

"Looks like she had a stroke Wednesday morning in Chicago the day before she flew back to Phoenix. She's in bad shape, and she knows that something isn't right."

They're not going to do the CT scan until Friday. We probably won't hear back anything until next Monday. It's way too late for any sort of treatment (not to mention there was a three hour flight also).

Part of me is mad that I wasn't told until AFTER I was back in Tucson. I would have driven to Fountain Hills if I had known. Not that it would do a lot of good because of her confusion.

Also puts a damper on my birthday day of pampering that we were planning for my 30th birthday on Wednesday. We can't leave my grandmother alone that long in her current state.

I was thinking this weekend that this would probably be my grandmother's last year of life. It still doesn't make news like that any easier to digest.