Today is my Grandad's first anniversary. I know he is in a much better place, happier with my Nanna, and no longer in pain or distress brought on by the Alzheimer's but we were really close and I miss him lots.
We were hoping/expecting today to be told it was some sort of infection which has so far been resistant to the anti-biotics and be given stronger or strain specific ones to sort it. Sadly, it's not. She has to have an operation on Thursday to drain the fluid and inspect the the inside of her lung for growths, which would be biopsied then. The doctor she's seeing doesn't like to speculate but it sounds (to me) like they are preparing her for not good news. I'm seriously stressing. Having come to the conclusion not so long ago, that I can't take any more and good things are due to come my way, it feels like the opposite is happening.
In other news, I posted the in one of my random facts that I have just been given a friendship cake and Barbie asked what one was. It is basically some cake mixture that you are given and "feed" for 10 days with milk, sugar and flour. Then you split it into 5 portions. You give 4 away (or 3 and keep one to start again) and to the final portion you add eggs, fruit, cinnamon, baking powder etc and bake it. The idea is that like friendship if you feed it and share it it turns into something wonderful. I did one when I was little (6 or 7) and loved it. I remember handwriting out the instructions to give away with the mixture.