My much beloved Nana, who is also my only living grandparent, is apparently not doing very well. Something is going on with her swallowing and she dropped quite a bit of weight recently. She did go to the doctor and was treated in office with success and is now home. (All this is via my parents, who also didn't get a ton of details - you know how it can be.) I tried calling this evening, but no answer so I'll try again later tonight or tomorrow. My Mom was already planning a visit for next weekend, so that will also get us some more information.
My Nana is a remarkably tough lady and in her mid-80s and we share a first name along with a few other characteristics - most of them involving smallness and feistiness and stubbornness and an abiding fondness for my husband (seriously, she has some major love for the Tom) and feeding pasta to Oreo. She's the child of Irish immigrants who married the child of Italian immigrants (that went over well) and learned Italian and a whole new style of cooking to do so. She went to every Big Band show and swing dance she could during WWII. She kept her house in an intimidating level of cleanliness and orderliness and worked as a dealer in a casino and raised three kids all at the same time. She is hilarious. She still smokes (extra longs, because they're more ladylike) and has no intention of quitting (sigh). She only recently quit driving, which is probably good for all concerned, because she scared the crap out of me driving me around when I was a kid (seriously, I think her driving is what kept me from freaking out in cabs in Egypt and Sudan). Her house is still frighteningly clean and orderly. I'd appreciate it if people would keep her in their thoughts if they're so inclined.
I'm not sure if I/we can make it out to visit any time soon, but I'm investigating ways and means.
|Nana at our wedding in 2003, rocking some pink jewelry|