I got home about 8 tonight, grabbed my mail, and found I had received a card from Mary, Ian's paternal grandmother. She misplaced my cell phone number and wanted me to call.
(I recently had my land line disconnected. I was paying $25 a month for a dial tone. Who needs that?)
We talked about Ian's birthday coming up and his wish list, and then she told me she needed to give me sad news.
She was diagnosed with ALS.
Funny thing about bombs. Whether you loft them in gently or just let 'em fall, the effect is the same. I needed to sit down.
I'm going to have to tell Ian sometime. I think I'm going to wait until it becomes more obvious that something is wrong. Right now, I'm going to send him to bed and have a good cry.
