My grandmother is dying.
She's 87 years old and has lived a great life, so she's fortunate to have lived as long as she has, but now she's deteriorating and its very hard to watch someone who was once so vibrant and full of life be reduced to sleeping most of the day and struggling just to walk to the bathroom.
She was a widow at 61 years old, as my grandfather died young at 59 from cancer. Since then she's lived on her own and has quite adeptly taken care of herself. Even after being hospitalized each year for pneumonia for a week for the past 8 years she's bounced back and was back to her old self again, but this time, she's not bouncing back. She had a mild heart attack, and was promptly hospitalized where they found she has not only an aortic aneurysm but congestive heart failure to boot. Due to her age and the condition of her heart there's no surgical option for her, so they released her from the hospital to come home. Fortunately she came out to stay with my dad who lives next door and she's been here since Monday. I've come by every day to bring her the morning newspaper and to try to make things as normal for her as possible so she doesn't feel like her routine is too far off the rails. Dad and stepmom feed her and take care of her, and Nick and I come by often to visit with her and keep her company.
She's in OK spirits but she just wants to get better and return to normal so she can go back to her own home, but I don't think that's going to happen. The doctor didn't give a prognosis but we all know that she's most likely not going to bounce back. Her birthday is in March and I asked dad the other day if he thinks she'll make it to 88 and he just shook his head and said, "I don't think so." I know its really weighing heavily on him but he's trying to be strong, most likely for her and for the kids, but I can tell its tearing him up inside. To watch my grandmother slowly die is painful enough for me, I can't imagine what it's doing to him.
So we all pitch in and do our part. Right now they went off to church and I'm sitting here in the living room on my laptop waiting for her to wake up so I can make her breakfast and chit chat with her before she eats, gets tired and goes back to sleep. I have so many good memories of my grandmother and I will cherish them for the rest of my days, but I can't help but feel sad for her, knowing that the end is near.
I was really hoping she'd last through June so she could attend my wedding to Nick, but that doesn't seem like it's going to happen right now. I'm sure she'd love to see her firstborn grandson get married. She loves Nick and when a nurse came into her hospital room while we were there she introduced him as one of her grandsons. That made me well up with tears as she had never referred to him as anything but "Michael's friend" before. I know she adores him because she talks about him often and says what a wonderful man he is. I couldn't be happier that she's gotten to know him and accepted him into our family.
I've been fortunate to have had only lost two family members in my life to premature death. About 17 years ago my maternal grandmother passed away at the early age of 55 due to complications after surgery, and my paternal grandfather passed away at 59 due to lung cancer. He was a cigarette and pipe smoker, and worked on the railroad his entire life with no protective gear and inhaled large quantities of chemicals and asbestos daily. Fortunately the rest of my family is healthy, and dad's mom is now 87 and mom's dad is 79, so I've got a pretty good shot at a long life ahead of me. Mom and dad are both healthy and going strong in their mid 50's, so score two more points for me.
It's been quite some time since I've had to cope with death on a family level, so there's a lot of emotions I haven't felt in a long time now coming to the surface. In crisis situations my instinct is to emotionally freeze up until the crisis has passed, but I know that's not the healthy way to deal with it. I also don't want to become an emotional basket case, so I have to find a happy medium. I'm so fortunate to have Nick be at my side and help me, as he's been able to keep me steady.
Today is dad's birthday and we all usually go out to dinner, but this year we're ordering in from a restaurant and having a family dinner at home with grandma. I'm sure she'll come out to eat, sit with us for 20 minutes or so and then go back to bed. We'll have a nice day together, and most likely reminisce about days past, which will bring a smile to her face. In the end, I'm glad she can be surrounded by her loving family and not have to face her twilight days alone.
She's 87 years old and has lived a great life, so she's fortunate to have lived as long as she has, but now she's deteriorating and its very hard to watch someone who was once so vibrant and full of life be reduced to sleeping most of the day and struggling just to walk to the bathroom.
She was a widow at 61 years old, as my grandfather died young at 59 from cancer. Since then she's lived on her own and has quite adeptly taken care of herself. Even after being hospitalized each year for pneumonia for a week for the past 8 years she's bounced back and was back to her old self again, but this time, she's not bouncing back. She had a mild heart attack, and was promptly hospitalized where they found she has not only an aortic aneurysm but congestive heart failure to boot. Due to her age and the condition of her heart there's no surgical option for her, so they released her from the hospital to come home. Fortunately she came out to stay with my dad who lives next door and she's been here since Monday. I've come by every day to bring her the morning newspaper and to try to make things as normal for her as possible so she doesn't feel like her routine is too far off the rails. Dad and stepmom feed her and take care of her, and Nick and I come by often to visit with her and keep her company.
She's in OK spirits but she just wants to get better and return to normal so she can go back to her own home, but I don't think that's going to happen. The doctor didn't give a prognosis but we all know that she's most likely not going to bounce back. Her birthday is in March and I asked dad the other day if he thinks she'll make it to 88 and he just shook his head and said, "I don't think so." I know its really weighing heavily on him but he's trying to be strong, most likely for her and for the kids, but I can tell its tearing him up inside. To watch my grandmother slowly die is painful enough for me, I can't imagine what it's doing to him.
So we all pitch in and do our part. Right now they went off to church and I'm sitting here in the living room on my laptop waiting for her to wake up so I can make her breakfast and chit chat with her before she eats, gets tired and goes back to sleep. I have so many good memories of my grandmother and I will cherish them for the rest of my days, but I can't help but feel sad for her, knowing that the end is near.
I was really hoping she'd last through June so she could attend my wedding to Nick, but that doesn't seem like it's going to happen right now. I'm sure she'd love to see her firstborn grandson get married. She loves Nick and when a nurse came into her hospital room while we were there she introduced him as one of her grandsons. That made me well up with tears as she had never referred to him as anything but "Michael's friend" before. I know she adores him because she talks about him often and says what a wonderful man he is. I couldn't be happier that she's gotten to know him and accepted him into our family.
I've been fortunate to have had only lost two family members in my life to premature death. About 17 years ago my maternal grandmother passed away at the early age of 55 due to complications after surgery, and my paternal grandfather passed away at 59 due to lung cancer. He was a cigarette and pipe smoker, and worked on the railroad his entire life with no protective gear and inhaled large quantities of chemicals and asbestos daily. Fortunately the rest of my family is healthy, and dad's mom is now 87 and mom's dad is 79, so I've got a pretty good shot at a long life ahead of me. Mom and dad are both healthy and going strong in their mid 50's, so score two more points for me.
It's been quite some time since I've had to cope with death on a family level, so there's a lot of emotions I haven't felt in a long time now coming to the surface. In crisis situations my instinct is to emotionally freeze up until the crisis has passed, but I know that's not the healthy way to deal with it. I also don't want to become an emotional basket case, so I have to find a happy medium. I'm so fortunate to have Nick be at my side and help me, as he's been able to keep me steady.
Today is dad's birthday and we all usually go out to dinner, but this year we're ordering in from a restaurant and having a family dinner at home with grandma. I'm sure she'll come out to eat, sit with us for 20 minutes or so and then go back to bed. We'll have a nice day together, and most likely reminisce about days past, which will bring a smile to her face. In the end, I'm glad she can be surrounded by her loving family and not have to face her twilight days alone.



My god I feel your pain, understand that your not alone, wish i could hug you and Inwood right now!!?? Bless you man.