My grandmother came home from rehab and is now on the verge of death. She has congestive heart failure and she may die today, in two years, etc.
However, now I feel she may die today. She had a stroke when I was about one or so and lost the ability to speak well. She can only say a few words, but she could communicate great via other means, such as pen/paper, vocal sounds that conveyed emotions as well as words, etc. They weren't animal like at all - they sounded human unlike some stroke victims. It's hard to have all these thoughts in your head and never express them fully.
She's on a loud oxygen machine, she's intestinally ill rom the heart medications, and there are other things going on I don't know about yet. She's barely even able to sleep.
When we moved into Dix Hills from Wheatley Heights in 2002, it was for her, because my grandfather (Her Husband) was dying of lung cancer and was extremely ill. Six days after moving in, he died. We had to take care of her.
Soon, my mother will have no parents left. My father's mother is in rehab from an aortic valve transplant, but making a remarkable recovery. My father saw her right after her operation and her face was more lifted and everything, and it looked like ten years had melted off of her. She's home now but can't go up stairs yet.
I'm so depressed you have no clue, and I'd just love to sit down and cry now, but no guidance counselors are in today.
However, now I feel she may die today. She had a stroke when I was about one or so and lost the ability to speak well. She can only say a few words, but she could communicate great via other means, such as pen/paper, vocal sounds that conveyed emotions as well as words, etc. They weren't animal like at all - they sounded human unlike some stroke victims. It's hard to have all these thoughts in your head and never express them fully.
She's on a loud oxygen machine, she's intestinally ill rom the heart medications, and there are other things going on I don't know about yet. She's barely even able to sleep.
When we moved into Dix Hills from Wheatley Heights in 2002, it was for her, because my grandfather (Her Husband) was dying of lung cancer and was extremely ill. Six days after moving in, he died. We had to take care of her.
Soon, my mother will have no parents left. My father's mother is in rehab from an aortic valve transplant, but making a remarkable recovery. My father saw her right after her operation and her face was more lifted and everything, and it looked like ten years had melted off of her. She's home now but can't go up stairs yet.
I'm so depressed you have no clue, and I'd just love to sit down and cry now, but no guidance counselors are in today.