I got a call from my parents last night that my grandma vomited blood and was rushed to the ER. After running tests, they discovered that she has stage four pancreatic cancer, with an estimate of 4-8 months to live.
I broke down in front of my wife and daughter because this was one of the calls I didn't want to experience moving away from them all.
She cared for me as a baby, when my parents went to work. And continued to do so, when I came home from school everyday up to the 5th grade.
I learned how to understand Tagalog from her and she would always spoil me with an ice cream bar when the ice cream truck drove by.
I am so out of it today. Trying to keep myself occupied with work is tough.
The movie trailers that released todayhave sort of helped...but I can't stop thinking about her.
Sorry for the rant...I know a lot of folks have bigger issues. But I just needed to get this out.