So going off of the last post I had placed about hearing my grandma and not knowing why, I have had to learn the hard way when she talks... LISTEN. I ended up sending a personal message to Rook (thank you again by the way!) explaining the situation so here we go:
Friday morning I get a call from my mom at 7 a.m. Now her KNOWING the time difference between us, she never calls this early unless there is some sort of emergency. My heart sank into my stomach. I answered. She was bawling and telling me my uncle had to be rushed into the ER because of some stomach pain. At this time I was thinking, "Okay, why the call and what the heck is the big deal?!" She proceeded to tell me that he had just come back from an MRI or something of that nature (sorry it's going to get jumbled) and she said his colon had ruptured. It took me a minute to think because, hey I had only been asleep for a few hours (I'm young, give me a break! Lol) Anyways, it finally sank in and I asked what happened, and she said, "The lower part of his abdomen is FLOODED with puss and abscesses and they do not think he will make it."
I am not going to lie, this was a crushing blow because he is my favorite uncle. But the weird part is I was totally calm. Mind you, I am literally the biggest spaz in my family when these things happen and I will cry and hate the world, no joke when this happens. I just felt a hug then a smack to the back of the head, THIS IS WHY SHE WAS YELLING AT ME! And honestly, instead of guilt I just got, "It's okay, next time you'll get it."
So while all of this has been going on, I have been openly letting her in and just soaking in what precious time I have with her (I have not seen her since I was 4.)
Now luckily, and by the grace of my grandma, my uncle is doing well and just finished up his second surgery and now they are pretty sure they will be able to save some, if not at least half, of his colon! This is really exciting for our family, but last night I will say I spent most of my night sitting on the side of my uncle's bed (with my grandma and he's in Maine so that's 3,000 miles away) and we talked over him last night just watching him and talking about life. Talk about tiring! But I did find out today he didn't sleep too much last night because he kept hearing talking (sorry!) But our entire family has never been so happy to see someone come out of that, especially him.
Now that I have opened up to her, I told her as long as she wants to talk, it needs to be through thoughts, because I am unable to talk aloud to her right now. And we are still talking now and I am calmer than ever thanks to her!
Another special thanks to Rook when I needed help the most!