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The last few days have been good, with good concerts and recitals and master classes, but it's hard to think now. We got home from the Brahms tonight, in which I couldn't stop crying, to find David completely unsure of what to do. Grandjo wasn't doing so well the past few days she's been here. She's stopped getting up at all, can't breathe well, doesn't say much, won't eat. We've been giving her oxygen and making her eat and exercise, but this evening she got worse. We think she had a stroke. We called all the doctors in the HSC to ask them what to do, and an ambulance came and mama went with her to the hospital, and I've never seen David cry before. She's not just his mom, she's his best friend.
I don't know if I'm going to rehearsal tomorrow.
ETA 12:46: Mama called and said the CATscan showed no signs of a stroke; her bones are thin in some places, but what's worrisome is that she's got blood coming out of her chest and they think she has cancer; they don't know exactly why she's not lucid. Cancer's better than a stroke, though. There are more things to try.
I don't know if I'm going to rehearsal tomorrow.
ETA 12:46: Mama called and said the CATscan showed no signs of a stroke; her bones are thin in some places, but what's worrisome is that she's got blood coming out of her chest and they think she has cancer; they don't know exactly why she's not lucid. Cancer's better than a stroke, though. There are more things to try.
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