Thanks everyone.
Just as I was leaving for WW today, the phone rang, it was my cousin. My uncle had a massive heart attack in the night and is in a coma and not expected to live past Friday. When he called the nurse was telling them probably in the next two hours, but here it is over 12 hours later and he is still hanging on. I am so sad, he was doing so much better. Just last night I talked with my cousin and he was very excited and upbeat. Now my poor cousins and their family are just sitting by the phone.
So we are planning to go to Texas. I just feel I need to be there, I thought I might fly alone but Dan and the kids want to come so we plan to drive. Airfare is almost $700 per person so nix to that. We can also see my other side of the family. No idea how the budget will survive, I am still recovering from WDW. But family first.
So I don't see myself back on track until we come home which may be over a week. We may just stay on a few days, see all the family and Dan can also visit with his Dallas office. I just feel unraveled and guilty, worrying about dumb details while my Uncle is dying.
Food today, fine, very good until I ate a bit too much dinner but when I started to realize I was full and eating for stress, I got up from the table. I also resisted ice cream with hot fudge, left over from last Friday night. I found it in the garage, apparently my friend didn't take her leftovers home and of course I discovered them. I was about to dig in with self pity and then stopped myself. Put ice cream back, poured fudge sauce down the sink. So I was proud of that. I'll try my best for the next week. The thought of being away from home and the dogs is sort of unappealing. And stepdad will be alone now on my mom's birthday next week. He wanted to take us to dinner that night. But it can't be helped.
I'll post before I go. Thanks for all your support.
Tracy: Thanks Wish Sis, I got your pm, it helped!
Amy: I can do it, I just need to believe that. Now another trip to recover from!
Tracey: Oh yeah, she's single. Has been for over 25 years. Gosh, I wonder why? I love her to death, I know she loves me, but then she'll slip in these killer little digs and I wonder about her.