Why is it when something GOOD happens, it is followed by something BAD?
My Grandma R who was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer this August (? I think it was August, perhaps Sept?) was taken to the hospital this morning due to difficulty breathing. She is now going to be transferred to St. Mary's in Rochester as the docs in Faribault think it is due to her cancer. Apparently the x-rays look "really bad." *sigh*
I know this is inevitable but I hate it no less for that reason.