Early this morning (around 6 am) my Grandpa calls and asks to speak to my husband. I thought this was strange, but didn't think much of it since people call him for minor medical advice a lot since he is a paramedic. Well, after getting off the phone with him, my husband tells me that Grandpa has been diagnosed with Tuberculosis (TB). He had been sick for a while and the doctors were actually thinking it was lung cancer since he has been a smoker all his life basically. Well, tests came back positive for TB and all of his symptoms fit. He's been placed in quarantine with my Grandmother until his symptoms reside. If they have to leave the house, they must wear a hepa mask. The problem is that we (the ENTIRE) family spent a weekend together at the beach 2 weeks ago (during that horrible rain storm that flooded everything) and we were cooped up in the beach house with him all weekend long. We all were able to go because Grandpa paid for all of us to go. He was walking around coughing. The family ate and drank at every meal, sat on the porch together, watched TV... all with TB bacteria floating around everywhere. So, now his doctor wants all of us to get a skin test and get treated if we come back positive for TB exposure. So, James and I have been at the health department this morning getting our skin test. We have to go back Wednesday morning to get it read, and then go back in another 2 weeks for another skin test. They advised us to stay at home until our skin tests can be read. It's been a mess. It so not Grandpa's fault, but just an unfortunate series of events. I'm worried... several older folks were present, young kids, and my pregnant cousin were all there. Please remember us.