Today my grandmother was officially diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She will most likely die this year. I've been really sad about it all week since they first did the tests, but I'm coming to terms with it. She's had more than 80 years of a happy life filled with children, travel, and good food. What more can we ask? She's been happy.
Now - the DAY of her diagnosis - there is this huge flurry of putting everything in writing and locking things up because she wants me to get her jewelry and there's a good chance her daughter-in-law (my uncle's wife) will get into the house and steal it all as soon as my grandmother dies. I don't care about the jewelry really; she wants me to have it, so I'll take it and treasure it, but I really just want her pictures. But I'm just pissed off that my loser jackass uncle and his nasty white-trash wife would act like this. I have NEVER liked either one of them. Scuzzy, crummy people they are. And now they're circling like vultures around one of the sweetest, most dignified and classy Southern ladies that has ever walked this earth. My grandmother is among the last of the great steel magnolias. How dare that white-trash whore even think about putting her smoky yellow fingers anywhere near my grandmother's things?

