Hiatus

Sorry my posts have been less frequent. My Grandma has been sick for the past 5 years suffering from mini-strokes and having these delusions. She gets kind of violent throwing things after the stroke thinking she saw things she didn't see, etc. Last year her husband and my step-grandfather, Jim, put her in the nursing home because she was having them so frequently and was going off on him. Last Sunday she got up in the middle of the night and fell breaking both of her hips and suffering another mini-stroke.

They rushed her to the ER where she suffered a massive stroke at some point and went into a coma. My Dad immediately drove there to be with her but Mom and I stayed behind because she had work and I had school and we didn't know what was going to happen.

Dad called us that night and let us know that the stroke had been too massive and too much for her 85-year-old body. He said she would probably never wake up from it and that he thought the stroke was so bad that she was brain dead.

Throughout the week they moved her body and would roll her over so that she would not get fluid in her lungs... I would think that would hurt laying on a broken hip on either side, but I don't know.

Finally they decided to give her morphine medicine (even though her medical records indicate she is allergic) because she had a rattle in her throat. On Tuesday the Dr. told my Dad they were going to take her off of IV's because she was going to die and that would speed things up (I still have a serious problem with this...no one should ever be deprived of fluids).

On Friday she passed away. It's been a long week. She's had so many problems for the past five years and with her age I guess I'm not as upset as I was when my Grandfather died. Also, as the strokes happened more often and her temper came out she turned into someone I didn't know. When she wasn't having the strokes she was so exhausted and slept all the time.

It feels so weird...I was not very close with any of my Dad's family because all that was left was his Mom and one other brother and they both lived far away. Dad kinda adopted my Mom's family and felt a closer connection to them so that is always where we went. I'm still sad and I cried for awhile about Grandma, but I'm glad she is in Heaven and finally at peace.

Sadly I couldn't go to the funeral because I have finals this week. My parents thought it would be best if I stayed behind to study for my finals and my Praxis. I'm kind of glad I didn't go.... please don't get me wrong when I say this, but I have a hard time at funerals as is and my Grandma converted to Mormonism when she was in her 60's and it has been something my family and I have never understood. I didn't have a problem with her practicing or anything, but it is something that my family doesn't really condone. I think I was also worried about how different/awkward the funeral may be.

So that was my sad week.

I probably won't post this week because of finals and my Praxis exam.

Keep me in your thoughts and prayers if you don't mind.