ladyiapetus | The Christmas Curse strikes again...

Two months ago my grandmother had surgery on a hernia that was pushing her stomach up into her chest. She spent about a month in a rehabilitation center. Mom noticed that during the hospital stay and after she came home, Grandma seemed a bit more out of it than usual.

Yesterday Grandma fell and wound up fracturing her pelvis in two places. She's in the hospital right now, and hopefully will be transferred to our local nursing home for therapy after she's discharged. But mentally she's gotten a lot worse. Mom thinks it's probable that she won't be coming home from the nursing home at all; it'd be too hard for my grandfather to take care of Grandma, especially with his own health problems.

Damnit, it's not fair. I knew it would have to happen someday; I could see that Grandma was declining as well as my mom could. But why now? Why Christmas? Damnit, I lost one grandparent around this time seven years ago. Do I have to start losing another one so soon?

I swear, my Christmases have to be cursed; one bad thing always has to happen...