First item of business this morning: call Tricare. Once I finally got through, my position in the queue was 31. I waited for 40 minutes before I hung up (on a cell phone, no less). I called back. Busy. I called back again. Busy. Finally, the phone rings again. My position in the queue is 44. I don’t think so. I hung up and called the clinic, explaining what had happened and asking if there was another way possible to reschedule this appointment. We did end up getting her an appointment for Wednesday. WONDERFUL. My stress level went down slightly.
My grandmother is having surgery this morning, so I am thinking good thoughts and hoping that the cancer is confined to what they are removing (for the issue of privacy, that’s as far as I’ll go). Please, please, please. If it is confined, then they can remove these organs and hopefully that’s it. If it has spread, she will be in a more advanced stage, and we don’t want that, do we? NO.
I just finished ordering flowers for her. I’m a little paranoid that these people will take my money and not deliver, but that’s a chance I’ll have to take. The picture on the website is gorgeous – I hope the actual arrangement is just as beautiful.
I am so anxious to hear how things went with the surgery. For the past week I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything. I swear I sit here and shake my leg or tap my foot. I start to do one thing, then my mind wanders and I lose interest. I just want to hear that Grannie’s okay and will recover and go back to her normal life.