My father was in the hospital for surgery this week. So was Nanny, my husband’s grandmother. We cannot be in both places at once, and neither wants us hovering.
It makes one think how fragile life is and how many times can you demonstrate and say You Are Loved, in life. There is not a limit on this. I married a man who tells me he loves me at least ten times a day.
They’re going to try to fix Nanny, my Nanny now. She agreed to “adopt” me as a grand-daughter just before I eloped with her eldest grandson years ago. Yes, I had the interview. I never really knew my grandmothers as both died before I was a year old. We wish Nanny well in recovery and hope the Dr. has not needed to schedule surgery this morning.
Dad will be going to a top-notch cancer center for his next treatments after he’s well enough to travel. Staying on top of this is a priority because it’s family and I don’t want to go to a funeral any time soon. These folks make a difference in peoples’ lives and they are not allowed to leave with unfinished deeds. Dee
Cooking with Dee 