Last week my cousin Bobby was feeling bad and couldn't eat or poop all week. He went to the hospital after a few days and they gave him some antibiotics and steroids and told him to drink some gatoraid without finding out what was really wrong. Well a couple days after he went back because he still wasn't better and they finally found out that his appendix had burst at the beginning of the week. So he's been in the hospital in Willard for a few days now and he had surgery and was looking like he was getting better but now just today they told his dad that they should make funeral arrangements
. They said the fifth day after surgery is a telltale day of if patients make it or not and that will be tuesday. So Bobby just has to sit there thinking about how he might die. He's like my best bud, we've spent so much time doing everything together. Please send a good thought his way.