Again, not to belittle Parkinson's disease (I know it can get really bad in some cases, and is a progressive disease), but I figured that given time, grandma would regain strength and do fairly well.
Maybe I was being overly hopeful. Optimistic. Naive.
Mom, on the other hand, said from the beginning that it sounded like grandma might have cancer because of: grandma's weight loss (which was pretty major), and her weakness. I thought that mom was being unnecessarily grim.
But no. We got word this evening that grandma probably has cancer.
More tests need to be done. And if she has cancer, we don't know yet what stage it would be.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it's not cancer, but I'm beginning to feel pessimistic.
...she's down in Texas and we're here in Oregon. This sort of doesn't feel real.