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my grandpa is dying. he won't make it through the night.
my dad's been in illinois with him for over 2 weeks now. at first it was just visiting at home because he didn't feel right; my grandma was stressed and overwhelmed, so my dad went to make them both happier. we knew something was wrong when my grandpa came down one morning and sat at the kitchen table and cried, fearful of the next few days.
a few days ago my dad took him to the hospital. they said he'd had a heart attack that went unnoticed, which is possible. he also had a slipped disc in his back which may have caused the blood clot which would have caused the heart attack. the slipped disc in his back was causing discomfort in his legs.
next came the stomach pain. a routine check to see if his gall bladder was okay proved to be trying: they needed to remove the gall bladder because it was infected. my grandpa's lungs are so bad because of the emphesema, they couldn't operate. so the next option was to drain the fluid via a tube poked through his chest.
all was well until this morning. my grandma called his room to check on him and he wasn't there. so she called the nurses station to find out there were "complications" and the fluid wasn't draining properly.
my dad went in to the hospital with his brothers today at noon. they talked to my grandpa for about an hour and he was fine, when nurses suddenly came in with machines and doctors, explaining he needed to decide if he wanted them to insert a tube down his throat to keep him breathing or if he didn't want the life support. my grandpa has a wireless monitor on his body, so my family was entirely unaware that anything had begun to happen -- it read onto the screen at the nurses station.
my grandpa chose the life support. he can no longer talk because of the tube down his throat, but he's awake and aware, and according to squeezing of hands and shaking of his head, in no pain. when my dad told him my mom was flying out, tears came to his eyes and he couldnt stop squeezing my dad's hand. he's always thought the world of my mom.
basically, the tube helping him breathe is only to help with his comfort. his kidneys and liver are failing. and once that happens, the tube will no longer be of any help. it is now only just a matter of time.
the last time i talked to my grandpa, he tried to hide the fact that he was unable to get out of bed that day by laughing and telling jokes, talking about the football game and how the bears were losing. i didn't get the chance to say i love him. now that my mom's flown out to illinois to be with him, i still don't get the chance to say i love him. adam best explains this situation as "okay. your relationship with your grandfather was not or will not ever be defined by that single moment."
i'm only explaining this now because in a matter of hours i won't be able to. please pray for my family. please.
my dad's been in illinois with him for over 2 weeks now. at first it was just visiting at home because he didn't feel right; my grandma was stressed and overwhelmed, so my dad went to make them both happier. we knew something was wrong when my grandpa came down one morning and sat at the kitchen table and cried, fearful of the next few days.
a few days ago my dad took him to the hospital. they said he'd had a heart attack that went unnoticed, which is possible. he also had a slipped disc in his back which may have caused the blood clot which would have caused the heart attack. the slipped disc in his back was causing discomfort in his legs.
next came the stomach pain. a routine check to see if his gall bladder was okay proved to be trying: they needed to remove the gall bladder because it was infected. my grandpa's lungs are so bad because of the emphesema, they couldn't operate. so the next option was to drain the fluid via a tube poked through his chest.
all was well until this morning. my grandma called his room to check on him and he wasn't there. so she called the nurses station to find out there were "complications" and the fluid wasn't draining properly.
my dad went in to the hospital with his brothers today at noon. they talked to my grandpa for about an hour and he was fine, when nurses suddenly came in with machines and doctors, explaining he needed to decide if he wanted them to insert a tube down his throat to keep him breathing or if he didn't want the life support. my grandpa has a wireless monitor on his body, so my family was entirely unaware that anything had begun to happen -- it read onto the screen at the nurses station.
my grandpa chose the life support. he can no longer talk because of the tube down his throat, but he's awake and aware, and according to squeezing of hands and shaking of his head, in no pain. when my dad told him my mom was flying out, tears came to his eyes and he couldnt stop squeezing my dad's hand. he's always thought the world of my mom.
basically, the tube helping him breathe is only to help with his comfort. his kidneys and liver are failing. and once that happens, the tube will no longer be of any help. it is now only just a matter of time.
the last time i talked to my grandpa, he tried to hide the fact that he was unable to get out of bed that day by laughing and telling jokes, talking about the football game and how the bears were losing. i didn't get the chance to say i love him. now that my mom's flown out to illinois to be with him, i still don't get the chance to say i love him. adam best explains this situation as "okay. your relationship with your grandfather was not or will not ever be defined by that single moment."
i'm only explaining this now because in a matter of hours i won't be able to. please pray for my family. please.