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I think my Grandfather is dying. Twenty years ago when he had his gallbladder removed the surgeon left two clamps in him and he has apparently long had infection from this, but until this past summer it was contained and didn't affect his health.
On the phone he sounds like he passed away three days ago. He and my Grandmother moved to Florida when I was around eight years old. As a result I've never known them as well as my Father's parents and always harbored a little grudge about them abandoning me when I was a little girl. We don't know what exactly is wrong with him, there has been a barrage of tests performed;his liver is faring poorly and he has jaundice.
A selfish part of me is sort of angry at my grandmother calling up here twice a day to give us the (always bad) news about him. We live a day and half drive away from Florida, so there isn't much we can do from here. I just feel like I don't have any hurt left to feel about it, he's almost 80, he's been astonishingly healthy for his whole life and it's not like I ever really even talk to him on the phone; my grandmother just puts me on speakerphone and he'll stop watching baseball for about three minutes at the end of the call to say he loves me. I wouldn't say we have been distant but we're not truly close either. I think this has been dragging on so fucking long that I've just had to desensitize myself to it a bit to stay sane (or as sane as I am on a daily basis).
All my news has been bad lately in my LJ, heh I'll try to post some happy, fluffy stuff soon I promise. I saw Bridget Jones on the Edge of Reason the other day and it was lovely to get out of the house for once. I can now hobble about the top floor without crutches and doing the steps doesn't exhaust me for the rest of the day, I think in about two more weeks I should be pretty much back to normal. In the morning I see the Orthopedist again. My crutches and immobilizer alone cost $300, thank goodness my insurance covered that.
On the phone he sounds like he passed away three days ago. He and my Grandmother moved to Florida when I was around eight years old. As a result I've never known them as well as my Father's parents and always harbored a little grudge about them abandoning me when I was a little girl. We don't know what exactly is wrong with him, there has been a barrage of tests performed;his liver is faring poorly and he has jaundice.
A selfish part of me is sort of angry at my grandmother calling up here twice a day to give us the (always bad) news about him. We live a day and half drive away from Florida, so there isn't much we can do from here. I just feel like I don't have any hurt left to feel about it, he's almost 80, he's been astonishingly healthy for his whole life and it's not like I ever really even talk to him on the phone; my grandmother just puts me on speakerphone and he'll stop watching baseball for about three minutes at the end of the call to say he loves me. I wouldn't say we have been distant but we're not truly close either. I think this has been dragging on so fucking long that I've just had to desensitize myself to it a bit to stay sane (or as sane as I am on a daily basis).
All my news has been bad lately in my LJ, heh I'll try to post some happy, fluffy stuff soon I promise. I saw Bridget Jones on the Edge of Reason the other day and it was lovely to get out of the house for once. I can now hobble about the top floor without crutches and doing the steps doesn't exhaust me for the rest of the day, I think in about two more weeks I should be pretty much back to normal. In the morning I see the Orthopedist again. My crutches and immobilizer alone cost $300, thank goodness my insurance covered that.