Greetings from Tucson

What a day. I got up at 4:00am and took my time getting ready to go. My dad and I got to the airport and to the gate right about 5:15. Perfect timing for my 6:15 flight. Except for one thing. During times of stress, I get a bit of dyslexia with numbers. The flight time was 6:51. grrr....

Uneventful flight to Phoenix, and an uneventful drive to Tucson. I was able to get 6 hours of work done today, so that rocks.

Grandpa's not doing so well. He reacted when my aunt told him that my dad and I were here, and he tried to say something when I talked to him.

My gut tells me Friday will be the day. I don't know why, my gut is just telling me this.

Tomorrow at around 3:00 (that's 5:00pm central since AZ doesn't have DST), I'll start the trek to Phoenix, and I should be in St. Louis by around 11:00pm.

Andy's doing great. He had his appointment today and Mommy took him. His counts are almost normal. This is very good.

I've become so used to seeing people like this (remember, 2 grandmothers, 2 aunts, a couple cousins, etc. in 2006 alone), that it was no surprise to me to see Grandpa in this condition. I tried to explain to my father what to expect, and still he was shocked. I was a bit upset with him at first, thinking "Once again, you refused to believe me when I tried to explain this to you" then I realized that unless you've been through this 5 or 6 times in the last year, you just can't be ready for it.

Nothing new to report. I'm just glad I got to see my grandpa and his house just one more time.

I have now become emotionally numb. I knew that if I saw my grandfather in this condition and it didn't phaze me that it means I have now become emotionally numb.

The other night I tried to cry, but couldn't. I knew it would be healthy to do so, but I just didn't really feel the need to do so despite feeling down. I think it's safe to say that emotion is pretty much gone with me.... except anger. And frustration.

Greetings from Tucson.