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Baby's still kicking like crazy at my insides in no apparent hurry to come out; I went for a nice long walk earlier, which at the moment seems to have served mostly to abuse my stomach muscles, as they sped up on the contraction thing while I was moving, and have eased back off it by this evening. (Ok, watch me wake up at two in the morning to go to the hospital now, but whatever.) Oh, and it did help limber up my feet, which started swelling like crazy sometime monday, and had got to the point where they were uncomfortably stiff-- based on this and the change in bladder space, either the kid has reached some kind of critical mass, or she's dropped.
Anyway, my mother called earlier to say that my grandfather died this morning; like my father's mother, he did the long slow decline thing to the point where from this distance there's a bit of "well, we'd lost him already" though I'm sure my grandmother doesn't feel that way about it. My information is entirely fourth-hand, as my mother got it from her older sister, who had apparently been contacted by the sister who lives with my grandparents to start the telephone tree; what all arrangements are going to be made are still unknown, and this does not seem like the time I'll be driving up to NJ for any of it. I... at this point it's still just words; my grandfather was awesome, but he hasn't been mostly him for years now.
The other news is that the newest chemo option they've put my father on is working beautifully; not only is he feeling better and not experiencing ghastly side-effects, but this week's MRI is showing far less cancer than the one from September (and apparently the one from December when they decided to switch chemo options was worse than that.) So, signs are hopeful for that buying another 6 months of coherence, with possibly up to as much as 3 years (though that's in the 5-10% of people sort of range.) So, yeah. Not everybody's idea of good news, but we'll take what we can get.
Anyway, my mother called earlier to say that my grandfather died this morning; like my father's mother, he did the long slow decline thing to the point where from this distance there's a bit of "well, we'd lost him already" though I'm sure my grandmother doesn't feel that way about it. My information is entirely fourth-hand, as my mother got it from her older sister, who had apparently been contacted by the sister who lives with my grandparents to start the telephone tree; what all arrangements are going to be made are still unknown, and this does not seem like the time I'll be driving up to NJ for any of it. I... at this point it's still just words; my grandfather was awesome, but he hasn't been mostly him for years now.
The other news is that the newest chemo option they've put my father on is working beautifully; not only is he feeling better and not experiencing ghastly side-effects, but this week's MRI is showing far less cancer than the one from September (and apparently the one from December when they decided to switch chemo options was worse than that.) So, signs are hopeful for that buying another 6 months of coherence, with possibly up to as much as 3 years (though that's in the 5-10% of people sort of range.) So, yeah. Not everybody's idea of good news, but we'll take what we can get.