Over Fourth of July weekend, my mom bought us a New Guinea impatiens hanging plant. I wouldn't say that Matt nor I have the greenest thumbs, but eventually we figured out that if you water the plant every day that it would magically spring back from a seemingly dead state.
I half-jokingly compared my Grandmother to a New Guinea Impatiens last week. I know it's been awhile since I've posted any updates on her. Last week was not a good week in the story of her life. My parents had to bring her to hospice in Buffalo because she had lost a lot of motor skills and was in a lot of pain. Hospice has a wing where patients are there more to recooperate or get their meds adjusted. When we went to visit my grandma the day after she was admitted, my mom said she was 100% better as compared to the day before. This gave us some hope that the doctors could further adjust her meds and that she could come home by the end of the following week.
The doctors tell my cousin, Valerie, who has been acting a stand-in for my dad when he has to work that they can't seem to give enough meds to make the pain better. On a scale of 1-10, my Grandmother's pain has been consistently around 8 this week. We knew it was likely that we only had until September, but I guess you always hope beyond that. The family conference between the doctors and my parents is tomorrow, so I guess we'll find out more then.
So I've decided that admist this and various craziness where work is concerned that I'm going to do my best not to think about the fact that we don't have time, nor energy, to get a lot done on our house right now. I have other things to be concerned about, like practicing violin in preparation for a performance that I don't want to do, but promised my Grandmother I would when it came time. I still plan to blog about other stuff but if I seem like I'm slacking, there's the reason.
4 comments:
The house will still be there, won't it? And the longer you think about it, the better likely will be the result.
And Grandmother "will" worry about the recital and who knows where that will lead?
You've got it all straight, of course. Just wanted to confirm it. I hope she's doing OK and I wish her well.
My thoughts and best wishes are you with your respective families and your grandmother.
~ Kevin (Denver)
good luck with your performance. maybe telling your grandmother about it afterward will bring a smile to her face.
~mags
My grandmother left us last year. It was weird seeing her go from a wild mustang racing lady who swore every man in K-Mart was winking at her to being in a hospice. But she ended up loving all the attention she got in the hospice and I hate to say it, her days there were probably her best in a while.
My grandfather left me his voilin, it was in really bad shape, probably worse now. Where do you get them err fixed? Always said I'd learn to play it agin for him, but being in an apartment is not really conducive to practicing. (Ok, I never really "played") LOL
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