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They admitted my grandfather into the hospital last week. He was having blood in his urine and they couldn't figure out where it was coming from. While he was there, he started having problems breathing and chest pains so they moved him to the ICU. Meanwhile, they did x rays on his pelvis since he'd been complaining of pain when sitting and found that his pelvis had multiple fractures. The bones are literally crumbling. It's a side effect of radiation therapy for his prostate cancer, apparently. So, they got his pain under control, gave him oxygen to help his breathing and did surgery to fix whatever was causing the bleeding. When he gets home, he will have a hospital bed, a hospice nurse, oxygen and heavy medications to manage his pain. The doctors are giving him 6 months. My brother and sister and I are talking about going down to visit with him and Gramma sometime soon.
I know the 6 months doesn't mean anything, they told my Grandma Poulin she had only a few months to live and she lived another year and a half. AND Grampa's been living in borrowed time ever since his heart surgery gone wrong nearly 10 years ago. But still, it's somehow harder when they've given you an expiration date.
I know the 6 months doesn't mean anything, they told my Grandma Poulin she had only a few months to live and she lived another year and a half. AND Grampa's been living in borrowed time ever since his heart surgery gone wrong nearly 10 years ago. But still, it's somehow harder when they've given you an expiration date.