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So I flew in to see my Granma.
Left at 12:30 Saturday morning, with a two and a half hour layover in Chicago. Got in and was picked up by my sister at the St. Louis Airport at 4:15ish, after an absurd couple of calls between my sister and I trying to work out where we were in relation to each other.
Picked up Cathryn and went to the hospital. Granma was doing ok and looked better than she did the previous day, but still had fluid in her lungs and was very weak. She recognised me, and I held her hand and spoke to her. Mom didn't know I'd flown in until I saw her in the room.
We talked about what was going on and what was going to happen.
A feeding tube was placed in her nose on Sunday and she started receiving nourishment. Even in her current state, she's still able to understand everyone and everything that's going on around her and make her own decisions. she wants to fight and try to get better, and the neurologist seems to think that over time there will be improvement. There are no guarantees, but there's hope.
There were many people from many places coming to see her, filtering in and out of her room. I felt a bit helpless and along for the ride, as I didn't have my own car down there. Cathryn was bored, but we kept each other occupied in our secret excitement of seeing each other after so long. After considering options, I decided to make arrangements to fly back on Monday. I made dinner for Mom and Dad on Sunday night. Dad had seconds, so I suppose he liked it. Monday we got up very early and I boarded a plane for the third time in three days. I decided that Joplin's 'Summertime' at 10,000 feet is perfect. I flew through clouds and surveyed the patchwork plains while drinking gin and diet sprite. The stewardess gave me a dirty look when I ordered my drink, as it was only 8:50 in the morning on Monday. After the emotional stress I'd been though, her hairy eyeball and disapproving tone was a toll I gladly paid. Plus I had a free drink coupon for flying business class so suck it, bitch. Get my drink.
So now I'm back. Granma's still with us. She knows I was there, and that I love her dearly. Regardless of what happens from this point, I got a chance to remind her of what she already knew.
Left at 12:30 Saturday morning, with a two and a half hour layover in Chicago. Got in and was picked up by my sister at the St. Louis Airport at 4:15ish, after an absurd couple of calls between my sister and I trying to work out where we were in relation to each other.
Picked up Cathryn and went to the hospital. Granma was doing ok and looked better than she did the previous day, but still had fluid in her lungs and was very weak. She recognised me, and I held her hand and spoke to her. Mom didn't know I'd flown in until I saw her in the room.
We talked about what was going on and what was going to happen.
A feeding tube was placed in her nose on Sunday and she started receiving nourishment. Even in her current state, she's still able to understand everyone and everything that's going on around her and make her own decisions. she wants to fight and try to get better, and the neurologist seems to think that over time there will be improvement. There are no guarantees, but there's hope.
There were many people from many places coming to see her, filtering in and out of her room. I felt a bit helpless and along for the ride, as I didn't have my own car down there. Cathryn was bored, but we kept each other occupied in our secret excitement of seeing each other after so long. After considering options, I decided to make arrangements to fly back on Monday. I made dinner for Mom and Dad on Sunday night. Dad had seconds, so I suppose he liked it. Monday we got up very early and I boarded a plane for the third time in three days. I decided that Joplin's 'Summertime' at 10,000 feet is perfect. I flew through clouds and surveyed the patchwork plains while drinking gin and diet sprite. The stewardess gave me a dirty look when I ordered my drink, as it was only 8:50 in the morning on Monday. After the emotional stress I'd been though, her hairy eyeball and disapproving tone was a toll I gladly paid. Plus I had a free drink coupon for flying business class so suck it, bitch. Get my drink.
So now I'm back. Granma's still with us. She knows I was there, and that I love her dearly. Regardless of what happens from this point, I got a chance to remind her of what she already knew.
Glad she's doing better mate.