I'm sitting her in the surgery waiting room, "Wheel of Fortune's" on the tv in the corner and I'm stuck on a old windows like 95.... yeah I know you feel my pain. My brother is sitting in the "cubical" next to me working on a paper....possibly a term paper and my mothers talking to the tv...again. And rumor has it that my aunt "uncle" (long story) and cousins on the way. Grandpa's the one that was in surgery for about 5-6 hours. As the title says he has a tumor on his bladder....well since he's in recovery now...I guess the term would be used to have....Ah well...now boys and girls I'm not trying to sound like I'm not worried about him and would rather be home playing "Left 4 Dead 2" (I'm terrified of zombie clowns) I'm not....It's just I was planing on coming up here and seeing him anyways. It's just that my mother over there....well I guess you can't really see me nod in her general direction...but pretend ok? Well she guilt tripped me....BAD. My grandmother (his wife) passed from pankriatic cancer you see. And she said (and I quote) "it's cancer Whitney! I don't know if he's going to make it or not! And you haven't seen him in the 2 days he's been there!!" I hate her for that....but oh well what are you going to do hmmm? Well my "uncles" on the phone now with my mom....so I better get off this...Oh and another thing....I might have namonia......(I can't spell.)


~ZxG