Needing a prayer

I've never really been one for sappy things. Like, when sad things would happen to my family, I always had to be the strong one. My dad was the callous one and my mom was the overly emotional one. So, well, I had to be the strong one. A smaller example of this would be when my mom's dad died. He died of a heart attack and it was rather sudden (meaning he was in great health). When my dad told my mom that he had died, she was a wreck. She barely spoke for weeks. Every time my mom hears Great Is Thy Faithfulness or Amazing Grace, she still tears up since those are the two songs they played at his funeral. I always reach for her hand when they are played. However, my dad would always look over at her all confused. So, the other day when I found out my Nana was diagnosed with lymphoma, I knew it would be deja vu all over again, as they say on SNL.



Well, I'm not going to lie to you, I'm scared. Like, crazy scared. You see, my dad's mom has been dying for, like, 30 years. So, blast me for expecting this type of news from her and not from my grandmother who walks 8 miles a day and only takes one pill and that's for her cholesterol. She's crazy healthy. Now, she was born in 1927, so the woman is 81. Surely I should have expected this would be coming eventually. I know this isn't a death sentence. But, if my life keeps going the way it normally goes (I have terrible luck) then odds are this will be one. Maybe I've had bad luck all my life to have good luck with this? Who knows. But, today around 3 p.m. CST, I will find out the results of her PET scan to see if it has spread.

Point being, please say a prayer for my Nana. She's wonderful. I mean, look how cute she is in her yellow cardigan: