If I get my hands on that little...

Some jackass just called my home as a prank a few minutes ago, about 1:30 in the morning. If I ever get my hands on this little jerk I swear he'd get a thrashing. It's bad enough to be calling people like that, but my grandmother is dying and if I get a phonecall past 9PM that's the first thing I think. Of course, the caller ID helps but this said "blocked call" so I didn't know who it was and thought it could be my parents calling from a different phone.

So, I'm tired as heck but when you get woken up like that your adrenaline kicks in a bit and it's hard to get back to sleep. I hope to soon, though.

I guess I haven't mentioned it here, het. Long story short, Grandma collapsed over Thanksgiving weekend when my sister was visiting. They took her to the hospital and found she has cancer all through her body and she's now in a Hospice. There's nothing they can do but make her as comfortable as possible. We've known that something has been wrong with her for a while, but she's a Christian Scientist so won't go to a doctor and won't tell anybody about her problems -- even though we all ask and try to get her to tell us.

Which brings up another point: I'm so sick of this damn disease taking away the people I care about! I have a stitching friend who is just a little older than me who has been fighting it for a few years. Every time they get rid of it in one place, it ends up someplace else. I lost my other grandmother to ovarian cancer in 1989 and her symptoms were very similar to what's now going on with my other grandmother. My great aunt's breast cancer has come back and she will probably be gone in the next 6 months. She was home with me when I went to my senior prom and helped me get ready for it, as my parents had already left for NY for my sister's college graduation (I went up later). My dad has had a few bouts with prostate cancer, but both times they found it very early through blood test and were able to contain it, but it worries me.

I get so angry when I hear people say that cancer is "practically cured" and it's not that bad. I know that treatments have come a long way and people can survive it longer than they used to, but don't give this "cure" crap. If there's a cure, then why are people still dying? I try not to think to much about it, but at this rate I'm waiting to hear that my mom, my sister, or I have it, as it seems to run in my family.

So, thank you, little jackass, for calling me and getting me all riled up on a Friday night/Saturday morning when all I wanted to do was sleep through the night. Yeah, thanks a lot.