Dad's home from surgery. It went well. Nothing too major, he had double-bypass surgery a few years ago and some of the holes they had to cut were starting to herniate. So they had to go back in, suture them up (including the ones that were just starting, that weren't a problem yet but would be) and lay a mesh under them to keep it from happening again.

Grandfather's home too. He went into the hospital with the usual age-related problems (he's 97 or so) a month or so ago, and they let him go home last week. He's on oxygen and has 24-hour care at the house. Mom laid the law down to him, backed up by the attorney handling his stuff back there: he will have 24-hour care. If he wants to have it at home that's fine, that's what all the saved-up money's for after all. But if he kicks the girls out, if he won't have the care at home, then he will go into the nursing home and have it there. Which it'll be's up to him, but he's not going to be alone with nobody around if anything happens to him. His heart's not in good shape, likewise lungs, and a simple fall means anything from multiple fractures on up. Back when Grandma died I said I'd normally not give him more than another year but he's just too ornery to die, but at this point I really think he's not got more than a year, maybe two, left in him. Which is annoying because he's not suffering Alzheimer's or any other mental deterioration, it's only his body that's wearing out and breaking down.

Niece is having more tests done. She had surgery for a hiatal hernia a year ago, and now she's having abdominal pain again. They're not sure what's up, so more poking and proding and drawing of blood to try and figure it out. Hopefully it's just adhesions from the earlier surgery that they can fix easily.

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