Update: Pop has recovered well today. His colour is back and he ate a good breakfast. No word on whether they found cancer, but I’m looking at the positives. Thank you all for your good wishes. xxx
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In another example of what appears to be a year of fuckupddyness of massive proportions, my grandfather – my mother’s father, as if she hasn’t had enough to deal with lately – is currently resting up after investigative surgery to see if he has prostate cancer.
Please cross your fingers that he doesn’t. I won’t know how to deal.
