Purging my Soul

Technically, I'm trying to get some work done for a Medieval Literature test I have on Thursday, but I need to get some emotion and tension out. Since the end of August, right before school began, my grandma has been in and out of the hospital. She and I had, had a falling out a few years ago, but it had become friendly once again and I saw her nearly every weekend. She suddenly had a seizure, and we have come to find out that she has (now had) two brain tumors. They were quickly removed, but now, she is in rehab actually beginning to do a little better. Despite being my stoney, stoic self, this has really been bothering me. I worry about her a lot and worry what all this stress is doing to my mom and aunts. My uncle/her son has been absent throughout this and only comes in to act as the Monday night quarterback after my aunts make a decision. I'm kind of glad he's staying in Pennsylvania and out of their hair since he usually just causes added stress, and I'm pretty sure my one aunt may kill him if he continues to act like a spoiled child. I'm just worried. I want my grandma to get better. She probably needs chemo or radiation, but it has been put on the back burner until her health and strength return. I don't want her to go through more surgeries. I want her to gain back her strength and come home, especially for if not Thanksgiving, at least Christmas. Thankfully, she's been eating on her own and speaking (though softly) more. Her right side has been weakened, so it's hard for her to walk at the moment. She had a good therapist Dame the other day that she actually LIKES, so we're hoping that maybe we can request he help her since the others act like she's too far gone. My grandma is not feeble, she is not some little old lady. My grandma every Friday would scrub down all the floors and bathrooms and vacuum every godforsaken crevice of that house. I think if she had physical therapy with a vacuum, she may recover faster (haha). Sorry for the rambling, but writing all this is very therapeutic for me. It keeps me from busting out crying when I try to convey this stuff aloud.

Please pray for my grandma, Florence Moore. I want her to get better more than anything.