Grandma...
My grandmother is in the hospital after having another stroke. The ladies at the assisted living place went to wake her up and she was barely responsive. They sent her to Emory Hospital in Atlanta. She's doing as well as can be expected, but Mom and my aunt are talking about putting her in hospice care. This makes sense because she has congestive heart failure and there's really just nothing you can do about it except try to keep the person as comfortable as possible. Of course, she may now be at the point where she will have to go into a nursing home as opposed to the personal care floor of the assisted living place (it's one step below a nursing home). We're not really sure what's going to happen at this point.
My grandmother is 85, she's lived a long life. I know she's not happy and I know she would have never wanted to be in this type of condition. My grandma would have wanted to still be strong and able to fend for herself. I know she still talks about 'going home' back to her house, which is no longer even her house; it's been sold. In a way, her death will be a release for her. That's so morbid, I know. I'm not saying that I want to lose my grandmother, I don't, but I don't want her to suffer any more. I just hope that when it's time for her to go Home that I'll be able to go and say my last goodbye to her.
My grandmother is 85, she's lived a long life. I know she's not happy and I know she would have never wanted to be in this type of condition. My grandma would have wanted to still be strong and able to fend for herself. I know she still talks about 'going home' back to her house, which is no longer even her house; it's been sold. In a way, her death will be a release for her. That's so morbid, I know. I'm not saying that I want to lose my grandmother, I don't, but I don't want her to suffer any more. I just hope that when it's time for her to go Home that I'll be able to go and say my last goodbye to her.