But covered up to my eyeballs in things that need to happen like, right now, and my father passes this along:
All, have a meeting with the Dr. Herman and Hospice over Mon’s condition, it is not good and she is going down hill pretty fast. In her feet the small blood vessels are completely blocked not letting any blood to support live tissue. Her toes are completely black from dead tissue and will have to be cut off, it is starting to creep up her feet and the heels and ankles are starting to turn black, so the purpose of the meeting is cut her feet off and continue her existence in pain and in a vegetable state or let nature take it course and slowly poison her to death by gang-green. How would you like to make these decisions, I’ll let everybody know the outcome of the meeting.
So, if you have any extra prayers, Grandma could use them. (Her name is Betty.)