I was making a joke to my mum that in 10 years she’ll be 65… then I realised that in 10 years, I’ll be 32 (or rather just about to turn 32).
I mean, like, can’t even.
I really don’t know how I’ve done and I honestly don’t know how I’ll do in the next two. I just hope it goes reasonably well.
Adding to my worries, I mentioned a few weeks ago that I was worried about my gran because she was going into hospital, and she got out, but now she’s back in a different hospital. She had fluid in her lungs, and they drained about two litres(I think that’s what she told me anyway). After that they did that, she went for some other scans, including a CT scan. Thankfully, they’ve told her there’s no signs of any cancer(incredible relief), but there’s something like part of her lung is oddly thick right now, or something like that. She’s in a hospital near Glasgow now, to have a biopsy tomorrow. Now, being the worrying sort as I am, I’m worried about her going under general anaesthesia at her age(she’s in her mid 70s, I think), but I’m hoping beyond hope that she’s going to be alright, and they don’t find anything serious. My parents told me that she told them she was scared about going in, and I hate the thought of my gran being scared.
I’m very close to my gran, and speak to her almost every day, sometimes for half an hour or more, so it’s weird even now, not being able to talk to her. Got everything crossed that she’s going to be fine.