A lot...
A lot has happened in the past few days... It's all I can do to keep my mind off it all and not go insane. Of course when the night comes and there's nothing but darkness and silence as Deidra lays in bed... all I can do is think.
My life has been thrown for a loop for the past few days. We all depend on our parents to always be strong but.. this is perhaps the first and only time I have ever seen them reduced to tears. Perhaps I should start at the beginning..
My grandfather was rushed to the hospital about a week ago. Grandpa has never been one for doctors and always refused to get tests that his personal doctor insisted he go and get. Grandpa was in pretty bad shape when they brought him in, and it wasn't until a couple days later they found out he had cancer. Bad. He had bone cancer which had spread all through his body, his kidneys, his esophagus, everywhere. The doctors said he probably wouldn't live past two weeks.
This of course, tore dad to shreads. This was my last grandparent.. First time I ever saw him cry. Of course the bad news continued to escalate. Just the next day Jake (our dog) was sent to the vets from vomitting and such. They thought he had cancer in both his kidneys. This tore mom to shreads. So both of my parents in tears in just a few days. So they took Jake into surgery to see if he did have cancer. Thankfully, he didn't. Turns out he has some kinda Adikins disease. His cortizon levels should've been about 250. His actual levels - were 1. So this means he needs a shot. We didn't get those results until the day after he had a seizure and fell down the stairs. Thanks to the thunderstorm he had two more seizures that night so he was rushed back to the vet.
That day Dad went to see grandpa in the hospital. Turns out he was in so much pain that even his clothes hurt him. He even asked dad to shoot him. He was on a ton of painkillers and morphine patches. He was to be moved to a hospice the next day where they could give him even more medication to help the pain.
That never happened. He died the day before yesterday in the early morning. That morning I had to wake up with Deidra and go to the OBGYN (I assume, I dunno your women terms) where they ended up putting her on Birth Control for some womanly problems she was having. Mom told me the news about Grandpa just before we left. I hadn't got much sleep that night and my eye really hurt for some reason so my day was off to a great start. We finally got back from all that, then took a small nap for an hour.
After that I had to get up and go to the dentist where they finally put in my last filling. Of course this meant half my face was numb. On the way back from the dentist a woman was in the road with what looked like an injured bird. So I stopped and helped her move the injured Blue Heron off the road. Both it's legs were broken badly at the knee. So I came home and ended up having to call the DNR, 911, and a bird rescue haven. Dad had just come home and he drove with me to pick it up and drop it off at the haven. The guy said it didn't look good and that the bird even had a broken wing.
On a brighter note I got to see a whole bunch of little injured animals and big owls and hawks while I was there. Baby racoons, thirteen lined groundsquirrel, everything. I even got to feed the Heron. We finally got home after all that. Dunno what happened to the bird...
-sigh- It's been a long week. I don't really wanna write anymore.
My life has been thrown for a loop for the past few days. We all depend on our parents to always be strong but.. this is perhaps the first and only time I have ever seen them reduced to tears. Perhaps I should start at the beginning..
My grandfather was rushed to the hospital about a week ago. Grandpa has never been one for doctors and always refused to get tests that his personal doctor insisted he go and get. Grandpa was in pretty bad shape when they brought him in, and it wasn't until a couple days later they found out he had cancer. Bad. He had bone cancer which had spread all through his body, his kidneys, his esophagus, everywhere. The doctors said he probably wouldn't live past two weeks.
This of course, tore dad to shreads. This was my last grandparent.. First time I ever saw him cry. Of course the bad news continued to escalate. Just the next day Jake (our dog) was sent to the vets from vomitting and such. They thought he had cancer in both his kidneys. This tore mom to shreads. So both of my parents in tears in just a few days. So they took Jake into surgery to see if he did have cancer. Thankfully, he didn't. Turns out he has some kinda Adikins disease. His cortizon levels should've been about 250. His actual levels - were 1. So this means he needs a shot. We didn't get those results until the day after he had a seizure and fell down the stairs. Thanks to the thunderstorm he had two more seizures that night so he was rushed back to the vet.
That day Dad went to see grandpa in the hospital. Turns out he was in so much pain that even his clothes hurt him. He even asked dad to shoot him. He was on a ton of painkillers and morphine patches. He was to be moved to a hospice the next day where they could give him even more medication to help the pain.
That never happened. He died the day before yesterday in the early morning. That morning I had to wake up with Deidra and go to the OBGYN (I assume, I dunno your women terms) where they ended up putting her on Birth Control for some womanly problems she was having. Mom told me the news about Grandpa just before we left. I hadn't got much sleep that night and my eye really hurt for some reason so my day was off to a great start. We finally got back from all that, then took a small nap for an hour.
After that I had to get up and go to the dentist where they finally put in my last filling. Of course this meant half my face was numb. On the way back from the dentist a woman was in the road with what looked like an injured bird. So I stopped and helped her move the injured Blue Heron off the road. Both it's legs were broken badly at the knee. So I came home and ended up having to call the DNR, 911, and a bird rescue haven. Dad had just come home and he drove with me to pick it up and drop it off at the haven. The guy said it didn't look good and that the bird even had a broken wing.
On a brighter note I got to see a whole bunch of little injured animals and big owls and hawks while I was there. Baby racoons, thirteen lined groundsquirrel, everything. I even got to feed the Heron. We finally got home after all that. Dunno what happened to the bird...
-sigh- It's been a long week. I don't really wanna write anymore.