March 11th, 2003

flesh

Who knows where the time goes

So, after a month in the hospital my Gran's back at home. She's had a tumour the size of a football cut out of her, bled out completely on the operating table and yet she's still alive. Weird stuff indeed. She's still got a long way to go with the chemotherapy but it seems that someone's watching out for her. It makes a person wonder if there's actually something to this whole faith business...

Right, well, i'm off to watch a film/pass out. These have been a long couple of days.