Can September get better before it ends?

I'm so hoping it does.  I went to my first WW meeting in over a month.  I thought I would have gained but I actually lost 3.4 pounds.  Boy was I shocked.  I guess subconsciously I'm still with the program.  I'm trying very hard this week to stay on the program.  Hope next Monday there will be another drop in the scale.  Now if only I would get downstairs on the treadmill or elliptical, now that would help the matter.

My mom called yesterday and left me a message at work asking me to call her and than thanking me at the the end of the message.  I thought that was really weird.  So I call her back and she asks if I have a dermatologist.  I tell her yes and she wants the name and number.  I'm like Mom did you get some news back you want to share with me?  "Oh yeah it came back positive.  I have skin cancer on my nose."  She's like it's no big deal.  I just sat at my desk shacking my head.  Only my Mom could think skin cancer was "no big deal".  Gram had skin cancer on her nose and check.  I guess Mom knew she had this spot for over 2 years and is just now getting it taken care tested.  So times I just don't get parents.  They get after you if you don't take care of yourself then they don't take care of themselves.  I'll be keeping a closer eye on her from now on.

Work is still dicey.  Never know from one day to the next if we'll have a job or not (or if the company will be able to meet payroll).  Guess I'll just keep showing up until they can't but if I was smart I'd be finding my resume and updating it.  Jobs aren't a plenty around here so it could take a while to find another one.  With "R" self employed, I'm responsible for our health insurance.  So not having a job is not an option. 

So good that I lost weight.  I just have to keep that in mind as a positive for September.

And the Angrer begins

I'm really feeling angry about my Grandmother's death.  The more I find out about what happened the madder I get at my Uncle.  She actually fell at 2:30 in the afternoon but he (nor the nursing home) didn't bother to call until 8:30 the next morning.  So my Gram's laid in a hospital bed all that time alone with no one with her.  We could have been with her.  Maybe she would have pulled through if we had been there right after it had happened or if my Uncle had bothered to go to the hospital with her.  Selfish bastard didn't even bother to go with her to the local small hospital let alone try to get to the big hospital the moved her too. 

We've found out a lot of other things since then too.  My Uncle opened up credit cards in her name and maxed them out.  Of course, he didn't pay them off.  They are in collections or have been wrote off as bad debit.  He really did a number on my Grandmother.  When she went into the nursing home 7 months ago, his cash cow went a way.  I don't know if there is any legal way to make him pay for everything that he did to my Gram but I trying to find out.  She shouldn't have had to live with him doing that to her.  He got her mail so he could hid what he was doing and he had her phone disconnected.  Oh, the big one - he canceled the insurance on the house back in June of this year and didn't tell anyone (he was still living in the house).  My mom found out when she found a letter from the insurance company that it had been canceled (Mom owns the house).  So now Mom has had to pay for insurance on the house. 

I hope karma is true and he gets his because he has a lot coming due. 

Goodbye Grams

My Grams passed away on September 4th.  She fell at the nursing home.  Isn't that the way these days? 

That's how R's my passed away also, from a fall.  She laid on the floor for 3 hours before they found her and then she had a broken hip they didn't discover for 2 months.  It caused her so much pain and they just gave her pills and more pills.  She finally ended up with pneumonia 3 months after the fall and passed away.  That was 3 years ago but recently it's felt like yesterday. 

My Gram and R's mom use to spend time together when we would visit one of them.  They lived close enough that we could drive to pick the other up and bring them to the others house.  So it really hit home when my Gram fell at the nursing home.  They didn't bother to call my Mom until almost 24 hours after the fact.  She had been sent to the Wichita hospital by then with a brain bleed.  She had been there alone for over 12 hours.  If the nursing home had called we could have been there when she arrived.  So was due to my Uncle (the bastard).

My Uncle managed to get power of Medical over my Grams and decided not to do anything to help her.  Yes, she had a brain bleed but she was a fighter.  I think she could have survived the surgery.  She  had hip surgery at 85.  What's brain surgery at 95.  She could still walk (yes, with the help of a walker), she still had her mind (it was a little fuzzy at times - but when they give her pain meds she didn't need my mind would be fuzzy too). 

I can still she her walking around her house and if you didn't get out of her way she'd run you over.  She loved working out in her yard, yes even in her 90's she worked in her yard.  She'd only been in the nursing home the last 7 months.  I hadn't had a chance to get up to see here there (5 hours drive), but that doesn't matter now, does it.  She was always doing something in her house or outside in the yard.  She was a very active person until my Uncle moved into her house.  But that is another story and not a good one.

I love you Gram and will miss you.  Rest in Peace.

Love your granddaughter.