My grandfather got hospitalized. It was a huge surprise because he was insanely healthy. He went to the gym for a couple of hours each day, ate like a fucking professional athlete, and had never in his life had a single medical complication. To make a long story short they said he needed to get his gallbladder removed and upon doing that they found a shit ton of cancer, and my healthy, amazing, wonderful grandfather was gone before the summer was over. I was just informed that my grandmother (other side of the family) who has Alzheimer’s, has been hospitalized because she fell a few times yesterday. They’re not really sure why she fell but they’re keeping her for observation. I’m already losing her at a slow and painful pace, to a point where she doesn’t even know who I am or where she is half the time. And now something else could be wrong with her. This is supposed to be an awesome time of the year, finals week then WE OUT. But now two years in a row this time of the year has brought with it sadness. I don’t think this is fair at all.
