What's up!!

Well we finally got the test results back on my nephew. The test for MD came back positive and he is in stage 1, which is the worst. My mom called me late last night and I guess they thought they were losing him yesterday. The MD is already affecting his lungs so he has a hard time breathing, and on top of that he can't swallow. They were going to put in the permanent stomach tube today I think. The doctors are telling them not to expect it to take to long before all of his organs shut down. They are trying some experimental drugs, but I'm not sure the side effects are much better.

My days have been filled going store to store asking for donations for the silent auction. I have a ton of gift certificates from every store in town I think. We also have a pair of Red Wing tickets, second row right behind the goal. I hope we get a lot of people to come out, but the band boosters is putting on a soup supper the same day....so it makes me nervous.

I need some help on something. Why when you work your a** off to help people they begin to treat you like shit. My SIL has decided that I can't watch her children because I'm mean to them. I would like to know what I did that is mean to her kids, other than making them mind and they had to follow the rules while at my house. Of course she did not come right out and say this to me....She had to talk behind my back and tell everyone else. So needless to say I have been bending over backwards to help them and they turn around and treat us like shit. Oh and I almost forgot. Her sister that is watching their daughter called yesterday and asked if I could watch child A, while she went to the hospital. She informed me that they would not be to late and would stop back by and pick up child A. I stayed up until 1:30 in the morning waiting and she never showed. So instead of calling and saying they were going to be late, they just didn't show up at all and poor child A slept on my couch in her clothes all night. If I'm the evil aunt they say I am, I would have made her sleep outside. At this point I feel bad for the kids because they did not ask to be put in this situation. They have been tossed between houses for the last 3 weeks and who knows how much longer this is going to last. I'm trying to be the better person and say that this is all coming about because they are dealing with a lot of things with Keegan in the hospital, but this is not the first time my SIL has said crap about me.

On the positive side:) My brother has only had 2 beers since Keegan has been in the hospital. We went down to see the baby on Tuesday and it was nice to see my real brother...not the one that was so pickled with beer you could still smell it 2 days later. I had to send him a card and tell him how proud I was that he was handling everything without having a 3-40oz. every night. I just hope he can keep it up once they are out of the Ronald McDonald house and back home.

Sorry for all of the rambling. This post was more for me to get things off my chest. I hope for better weeks to come and that a lot of people come and eat spaghetti and bid on auction items.