Hey y'all. We has been havin a tuff week (which ya probably already know if ya is Facebook friends wif my momma). My grandpa (Brinley and Finley's daddy) has been not doin good. Last week he wuz diagnozed with Type 2 Dye-a-beat-ees - we thought dat eggsplained some of da weakness, balance problems, and confushun he wuz havin. He started on some medicines, but he wuzn't gettin better - his confushun just seemed to be gettin worse. So Brinley's momma had him go back to da doctor, who ordered an MRI. Well, he has a colloid cyst in his brain - basically it are a non-cancerous tumor that is pressing on his brain and causin hydrocephalus and all of his confushun. All da mommas is so scared. He is sposed to have surgery on Monday or Tuesday to remove it. But da neurologist said there is only a 50% chance he'll improve mentally from where he is now.
And right now is not good. See, he's a real smart guy - he's a tax lawyer and can do all kinds of complicated stuff. Today, he wuz havin trouble remembering why he wuz in da hospital and couldn't remember his birthday and anniversary sometimes. Next week will be his 60th birthday, and he'll spend it in the hospital recovering from surgery. We're all so scared - we just want him back to being himself, we are hopin dat da damage isn't permanent.
So we could use all da POTP, good thoughts, prayers, good vibes, whatefur ya believe in. His name are Cameron. We'll take it all. Everyone who knows him says he is just da nicest guy - he wuz always volunteering and helpin udder peeps out (unlike my momma and Brinley's momma - BOL).
Dis really are a case of somefin awful happening to someone wonderful. It are breakin my momma's heart - she just wants her daddy back to how he's always been. She are worried dat if she ever has human kids, they won't know their grandpa the way he wuz.