Well I am overwhelmingly happy to report that the wonderful pathologist didn't keep us waiting in dreadful suspense for long. A few days after surgery the results came back - no cancer. As soon as Grandpa recovers from his 5 hour surgery and super extreme weight loss program (removal of tumor) he will be back to his healthy spunky self.
I hated being so far away. There are many disadvantages to haven chosen to be further away from family. I think the worst is when they are sick and you are truly worried about them. You know the kind of worry I mean. The, "are they going to make it" kind of worry. If the kids were out of school, and I wasn't in the middle of buying a house I would have driven down. So...what do you do when you are far away and you want someone to know you are thinking of them CONSTANTLY and that you LOVE them a ton?
Give them a HEART ATTACK! I love care packages. They are so fun to put together. The whole time you are thinking about how much you love that person as you ponder about what to fill your empty box with.
I loved sending packages to Dave while he was in Egypt. I can't wait to send packages to my little missionaries and college students. But this week I got to send one to my Grandpa.
Here we are working away at personalizing our many, many hearts. Even Baby Sara got in on the fun. I think though that in her case, most of her decorating ended up on her legs than on her share of the hearts.
So Grandpa, I am so glad that you are well on your way to recovery! I hope our little heart attack brightened your stay in the hospital and that you were constantly reminded how much we love you.