The past two weeks are an absolute blur for me. It all started two Saturday's ago when my grandmother was brought in to the ER because of horrific pain in her back. So much so that she couldn't get out of bed and had to press her medical alert button. I went down to the hospital with my mom, my aunts, and one of my other cousins. We stayed all day. I hated to see her in such pain. They couldn't really figure out the source of her pain; they said it was a kidney infection. When I left that evening, I touched her arm and told her that I loved her. She said 'I love you too,' and I left in tears.
The next day, everything went downhill. Among other things, she ended up suffering a heart attack, they found an extremely large kidney stone, and her oxygen level was not where it should have been. I had been having sinus issues that whole week prior, but on Sunday morning I woke up with a full blown cold and I knew they would not allow me in the ICU where she had been moved.
She never really came around after that. Between the sedation and the morphine, she never really woke up again. On Thursday morning, my mom and aunts knew that they would have to make the choice to take her off of the oxygen. She had it in her living will that she did not want to be on any permanent life support such as a feeding tube or have a tracheotomy. The whole family came to say goodbye Thursday evening/Friday morning. Friday morning when I arrived, she opened her eyes when I told her I was there. I told her that I loved her and she tried saying it back to me. I knew she could hear me because even though she had all of he tubes in her mouth, she was trying to communicate back to me. I'll never forget that moment.
I left for a little while that afternoon, and then came back for the night. I wanted to be there for my mom, and be there for my grandma as she had been there for me for so many years. She hung on until that Sunday afternoon. She was so strong.
The service was beautiful. It was everything she would have wanted. I have never been though something like this, but I know it was the worst couple weeks of my life. She played such an important role in my life now and most especially growing up. I hold every memory so dear to my heart. Everything from picking raspberries together in her back yard, her helping me with my homework, all of the holidays, her delicious spaghetti, all of the shared bowls of ice cream, the day after I came home from the hospital with Sadie I brought her over to her house to meet her, the list could go on and on...
One thing I can honestly say that I am grateful for is that I feel my relationships with a few of my family members have been strengthened these past few weeks. I have been blessed with a great support system. A support system that my "grammy bears" would have been happy to see.
Until we meet again.