I'll try to make a long story short.
14 years ago, my grandfather had a stroke from smoking for over 40 years. He died on the table and they brought him back, but his prognosis at the time was not good.
However, he fought back and made it. He was in rehabilitation for a while, but never regained much speech, couldn't write or use his right hand. But, he went back home where my step-grandmother has cared for him all these years (she used to be a nurse).
In that time, he has had to deal with emphysema and multiple daily breathing treatments. He had 2 heart surgeries before the stroke, and has since had both hips replaced, hernia surgery, multiple bouts of pneumonia, etc.
He went into the hospital a month ago with pneumonia. The doctor thought that was going to be it. So my mom and I went to see him. He was less than 100 pounds and not doing well. He improved for a day or two, then got worse again. This has been going on for almost a month now.
Just a couple days ago, he was moved to a nursing home and is on morphine all the time to keep him calm and comfortable.
My mom just came yesterday since he got settled in (she hadn't been home in 3 weeks -- we live out of state) and got a call today that he isn't doing well again. He's on 100% oxygen again as his breathing isn't good again. He's barely eating.
Quite honestly, I wish he'd pass. It's so sad and we all hate seeing him this way. I really wish I could go and be with him and my mom, but I just can't take anymore days off work. It sucks that I have to be "chained" to my desk. I can't concentrate at work and I just want to be with my family.
Anyway, I am really just posting this for...I don't know why. Just because, I guess. I'm sitting here at work and everytime the phone rings, I'm just expecting it to be my mom telling me he has passed.
14 years ago, my grandfather had a stroke from smoking for over 40 years. He died on the table and they brought him back, but his prognosis at the time was not good.
However, he fought back and made it. He was in rehabilitation for a while, but never regained much speech, couldn't write or use his right hand. But, he went back home where my step-grandmother has cared for him all these years (she used to be a nurse).
In that time, he has had to deal with emphysema and multiple daily breathing treatments. He had 2 heart surgeries before the stroke, and has since had both hips replaced, hernia surgery, multiple bouts of pneumonia, etc.
He went into the hospital a month ago with pneumonia. The doctor thought that was going to be it. So my mom and I went to see him. He was less than 100 pounds and not doing well. He improved for a day or two, then got worse again. This has been going on for almost a month now.
Just a couple days ago, he was moved to a nursing home and is on morphine all the time to keep him calm and comfortable.
My mom just came yesterday since he got settled in (she hadn't been home in 3 weeks -- we live out of state) and got a call today that he isn't doing well again. He's on 100% oxygen again as his breathing isn't good again. He's barely eating.
Quite honestly, I wish he'd pass. It's so sad and we all hate seeing him this way. I really wish I could go and be with him and my mom, but I just can't take anymore days off work. It sucks that I have to be "chained" to my desk. I can't concentrate at work and I just want to be with my family.
Anyway, I am really just posting this for...I don't know why. Just because, I guess. I'm sitting here at work and everytime the phone rings, I'm just expecting it to be my mom telling me he has passed.