Pop Pop has 20% of his heart currently working. His lungs are filling up with fluid. They're going to try to do the pacemaker, but we aren't sure when and it *could* work, but they don't think he's strong enough to go through the surgery. If the surgery isn't successful, the doctors are giving him about 2 weeks. That's it. 2 weeks.
This sucks. He's only 73. He's not going to see us move back to PA, or see his future great-grandchildren. I feel bad for laughing and going on with my plans each day while Pop Pop is dying in the hospital. I know that's what he'd want me to do, go on with my plans, but it's hard. It's really hard.
The only request that Pop Pop had for us at our wedding was to "get what we had to get done, done, and get your butts back up home." Direct quote. I know I'm being selfish, and it's not even that I can't get through this, but I'm worried about my in-laws. I don't know how they're going to take it. I know that Mr. Skinny and I can get through this, and we have time to prepare, but I wish we were closer. I hate being 3 hours away when something like this happens.
Okay, FIL just called me. They're going to update Pop Pop's pacemaker. It could be tonight, could be tomorrow, could be Friday. I want to go home right now, but I have to wait for Mr. Skinny. This is Pop Pop's last chance. Just pray for the strength to get through this whole process.
On a side note: I lost 2.4 pounds this week. I think I'm going to be one of those people that has to eat all their points, WPs and APs to loose. That's what I did last week, and I think I'm going to try it again this week and we'll see. Granted, with this whole thing with Pop Pop, I might just toss WW aside and put it in the back of my mind until we get through this.
Prayers are appreciated. Thank you.
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