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Hey.
So.
Last night Gog (my paternal grandfather) fell and broke his hip. He's in the hospital, being irascible and irrational; surgery has been decided against: At almost-93 years old, with dementia and balance issues already, he would probably be unable to complete the necessary physical therapy/rehab. The surgeon says that, given time, his hip may heal itself. Even so, Gog will probably not walk again. If he does, it will only be with help, and not for distances of more than a few feet.
Generally, a broken hip is "the beginning of the end" for most elderly people. Except that we thought that the beginning of the end was five years ago, when we moved Gog into assisted living. Except that we thought that the beginning of the end was two years ago, when we moved Gog into the nursing home. Where does the end begin? It's hard to know.
I will keep you all updated as things develop. Gog's a stubborn SOB and a proven survivor - and he is almost 93, frail, and confused. I am filled with both dread and hope.
So.
Last night Gog (my paternal grandfather) fell and broke his hip. He's in the hospital, being irascible and irrational; surgery has been decided against: At almost-93 years old, with dementia and balance issues already, he would probably be unable to complete the necessary physical therapy/rehab. The surgeon says that, given time, his hip may heal itself. Even so, Gog will probably not walk again. If he does, it will only be with help, and not for distances of more than a few feet.
Generally, a broken hip is "the beginning of the end" for most elderly people. Except that we thought that the beginning of the end was five years ago, when we moved Gog into assisted living. Except that we thought that the beginning of the end was two years ago, when we moved Gog into the nursing home. Where does the end begin? It's hard to know.
I will keep you all updated as things develop. Gog's a stubborn SOB and a proven survivor - and he is almost 93, frail, and confused. I am filled with both dread and hope.