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The call my family has been waiting for came last night. The lump on my grandmother's neck (the one who hasn't been sick), is lymphoma. Amazingly, she agreed to see the oncologist. But at 96, no one will blame her if she decides not to go though an intensive therapy.
I understood intellectually what this meant last night when I got the call. But this morning I realized what it MEANS! I'm having a really hard time with it. This is my grandmother with the wicked sense of humor and down to earth attitude. She still lives alone, although Mom is staying with her right now. She has difficulty hearing and seeing and has been a widow for 35 years. She's ready to go but I'm not ready to let her. I know I've had her longer than most kids do but until about 10 years ago she could run circles around me.

I expected life altering changes when I finished my Masters degree but this was not what I had in mind.