Family Drama.

NEVER ends.

We have all been worked up for the past few months. A lot has gone on. A lot is always going on. Lately it's been talk of divorces, violence, and the impending death of my grandfather-so we thought.

It turns out my uncle was using my grandfather's cancer as a manipulation tool, or at best was simply mistaken about the extent of the illness- I , for one, don't really buy that version. Due to my grandfather's cancer, my uncle has had free room and board, free phone, and free liquor. He has not had to work because he has had trouble with the law, was finding it difficult to find a job, and so the family decided that we'd have him care for my grandfather full time and that would be the way in which he earns his keep. He has been taking my grandfather to his appointments and acting as translator- my grandfather speaks very spotty English, and has been relaying all of the information to us- so we thought. Turns out the cancer my uncle was telling everyone would have grandpa six feet under by January is highly treatable, and my grandfather likely has years and years left in his life. These two sentiments aren't really things you can mistake. I mean. Immediate death versus highly treatable contained cancer with low proabability of fatality.......hmmmmm...Fucking Jimmy. I love him. I really do, but seriously...'Fucking Jimmy' followed by a head shake is beginning to be his full name.