My grandma had a stroke this morning

[AztecWarrior]

Please ban anyone who spams/cheers at suffering in this post.

My paternal grandma, it can be argued, died a year ago.

She fell on her left arm, requring surgery to fix the shoulder joint. Nothing major.

She had a little Alzheimer's disease (deterioration of memory and rational thought), but the anesthetic used in the operation made it go wild. Her mind is gone. For all your Home Star Runner fans, she sort of sounded like Homsar.

Just an example: A few weeks ago I was at the nursing home. I picked up the remote control to change the TV channel. She said "No tiras eso, mi papa tuvo eso por mucho tiempo..." Don't throw that, my dad has had that for a long time.

After school, I walked over to the front of the school after school to get picked up. The other lady in our carpool told me "Your mom is picking you up." I was a bit astounded, and called my mom. She was less than 2 blocks away.

She picked me up, and told me, my younger brother, and my even younger brother (9th, 7th, and 3rd grades, respectively) that my paternal grandma had a stroke.

After a serious discussion, we picked up my Uncle Gilberto and Aunt Minerva, who are newlyweds and spending time with us. My mom and I walked into the Intensive Care Unit.

She was in bed 14, surrounded by about three family members: cousin my age, his mom, and another of my aunts (I think).

I looked at my grandma. She was lying in bed, only her face visible. She was pale, even more than usual. Her eyes were mostly closed, just a bit open when viewed from the right angle. Her mouth was stuck open. She was unable to move the left half of her body. There was a tube coming out of her nose, and 2 IVs of Sodium Chloride, .9% and .45%, going into her.

I think that any remaining childhood in me has been blasted away.

Eventually, another of my aunts got off of the ICU telephone and my mom went for it. My dad was on the line (he was about to perform a surgery). She talked, and I began to shed some tears. For me, any hope of her recovering is gone. All the good times I had back then, when she lived in Orlando, are gone. It's all gone.

DNR stands for Do Not Recusitate, commonly known as 'Letting him/her go'. Basically, you let the patient die because the quality of life is bad and outweighs life itself. This is not to be mixed up with euthanasia, which is the killing of a terminally ill patient. DNR/Letting it go, under correct circumstances, is OK with the Catholic Church (my family's denomination).

DNR requires 2 or 3 doctors to recommend it. My uncle(cardiologist) has recommended DNR.

I've got a bad feeling in my stomach right now. It was shocking to me to see her like that. I feel horrible.

[EineBeBoP]

not much more i can say than, Sorry dude.

You ahve our support and prayrs. and more man lub than you know what to do wit.:tear: :hug:

[Spider]

:tear: that sucks man :( hope you get better if you were anywhere near me I could take you out for a beer or tequila but I doubt your anywhere near my hell hole :ugh:

[Magneto]

sorry dude.........

but my question is y would u post this if u didnt want anybody to really say anything?

now im not sayin this to like piss you off or anything but it jsut seemed kinda weird to post and then not want anybody to say anything about it.

[AztecWarrior]

Spider: I'm 14. Can't touch alcohol.

Magneto: I never said not to post.

[Spider]

so your 14?? why does that matter :nod: not like my club minds underage drinking I have been there since I was 15..

but still good luck mate take care of yourself and your family

[r3d]

Im sorry man, I hope youre okay
Just remember all the folks here at PSU are lookin out for you

[�io]

Sworry to hear that. :(


Virtual group hug everybody!

:hug::hug::hug:

[OmnipotentKiwi]

Sorry bud :( :hug:

[Doobz]

you need a hug

:hug:

and some love

:love:

there ya go :)

[Squeeky]

Aztec, I'm really sorry man, Im gonna send you a PM

[Navaron]

that fuckin sucks man-

-good luck-

[QuickStar]

dam man , that sucks :'(

[Hamma]

:[

[snowwolfe]

Hey dude, im really sorry. I know how you feel, my grandma past away last year :tear: im 15 so we are close in age, and it was really hard at the holidays last year. Well I just wanted to let you know that your not the only one, I know what your going through. Well good luck and god bless. :tear: :(

[Sando138]

You have my condolences.

[Flameseeker]

I'm very sorry, I know how you feel. My grandfather passed away a while ago. I don't know much Spanish, but-

"El gato es morado."

[Diego]

I am sorry to hear that mate, best of luck with you and her, I hope all works out for the best, and if God feels its her time, then we must let her go. She'll be in a better place watching over you, she'll always be there with and for you.

Cheers,

[BUGGER]

Originally posted by Spider
:tear: that sucks man :( hope you get better if you were anywhere near me I could take you out for a beer or tequila but I doubt your anywhere near my hell hole :ugh: I WASNT DRINKING!!!! oh....

GAH! Its like this month is full of dieing.... mean so far i have 3 friends that just lost there grandma or grandpa, now it seems like soon my grandpa is going....(he's roughly got a big temp. of 101-104, and refuses to stay in a hospital)


All i say, hope for the best. i'll stick your grandma into me prayer tonight.

Peace.

[Confectrix]

Pater aeterne! rogo te per vitam et mortem acerbissimam dilectissimi Filii tui, per infinitam bonitatem tuam: concede mihi propitius, ut gratia tua semper vivam et moriar.

Benignissime Iesu! rogo te per amorem Patris tui, quo te semper amplexus est, per ultima verba, quibus in cruce pendens Patri spiritum tuum commendasti, suscipe spiritum meum in vitae meae fine.

Sancte Spiritus! perfectam caritatem in me accende et in illa spiritum meum conforta, dum ex hac vita emigrem.

Sanctissima Trinitas, unus Deus, miserere mei nunc et in hora mortis meae. Amen.

Aztec:

I hope your grandmother finds peace. God bless you and your family.

-Confectrix

[AztecWarrior]

I just learned that her kidneys have failed. Not sure if it's just one or both, but now things are getting really bad.

I'm signing off for the night. I have to talk with my dad.

She's in God's hands now.

[BUGGER]

Flying blind and with little fuel....not a good sight...:no:

[Sentrosi]

Aztech, being from a family that has had their own hearts broken in the past 2 years, I can honestly say that you'll be able to come out of this. It may not seem like it right now, but "this too shall pass". This is the better way for her to go.

A little backround here.

My grandmother passed away in 1995. She had been in a hospital for 17 years due to a stroke. She knew where she was and what she was doing, but the stroke basically paralized her. She had no control over her vocal cords either. It was with a very sad heart that I went to visit her in the nursing home every two weeks. The home was located about a half an hour away from where we lived, but my father religiously kept his appointments with her. To this day I will not go into a nursing home. I have too many bad memories of those places and had wished to god that there had been laws in place to be rid of her suffering.

When I left to join the Navy, I saw her. When I came back from Boot Camp, I saw her. I even got dressed up in my dress blues for the occasion. When she saw me standing in front of her bed in my uniform, she let out a wail I can only believe was one of joy, but I couldn't tell. When she finally passed away in 1995, it was almost like it was a blessing. But that blessing should have been done a long time before she actually died.

Two years ago my father went in for a routine surgery to his knee. He had the same proceedure done to himself two years prior on his other knee and things turned out good. This time it didn't. He got a massive blood clot in his lung and had to be rushed to a hospital that could take care of him, 2 1/2 hours away. The winds were extreme that night so no helicopter could take him. They had to go down via ambulance. My brother was serving over seas and I was living in NY. I got the call shortly after they put my father into the ambulance. I receved a call from my mother the next morning saying that my father had passed. It was more than I could stand. I left work and hurried to where my wife worked, ran into the office crying my eyes out screaming that dad had died.

The next couple of months I wasn't a really nice person. I blamed my wife for my fathers death. Why? Because she assured me as I lay crying in my bed that Tuesday night that he would pull out of this ok. How irrational is that? Like my wife is a goddess who can magically turn things around! I treated her like crap. I did everything I could to push her away from me, except physical abuse (never EVER hit a woman). I finally saught counceling and now I can say that I am OK with dads passing. It took me two years, but it could have been worse. He could have been like his mother. In a hospital surrounded by machines sustaining his life.

[WildCard101]

It can be real tuff... My great grandma went through almost the exact same thing...:(

[d3ath4u]

I'm sorry bro, I know how you feel.:hug:

[Happy lil Elf]

/salute

[Robot]

The same thing happened to my grandmother not a scant half a year ago.

It was dually depressing. We got the call that she was desperately ill while we were still in England on a vacation. We cut our vacation short by about a week to travel back. Luckily, thanks to the nicest people who have ever been at an airport ever, we got back in time to say goodbye to her.

The day after, my dad broke the news. The pain had been too severe, so they had to give her several shots of morphine. There wasn't a good chance she would survive. And she didn't, unfortunately. But I felt good knowing that she was able to finally rest in peace.

The most emotional moment at the funeral was when my father went up to the podium and spoke about her life. He described the last minutes before the injection. My grandmother slowly leaned over to the nurse and asked, solemnly, "Can I go home now?" She was a devout Christian all her life. My mother, who was the daughter of my grandmother, had actually never reached for the box of tissues throughout the entire service but was clutching it tightly by the time my father had finished.

I can still remember the fond memories of my grandmother. I used to go over to her house and watch TV, or bake cookies or cupcakes. She would read me stories when I stayed over and was always a smart-aleck, saying jokes like, "Where have I seen you before? Wherever it was, you shouldn't have been there!" She eventually had to move to a new house with my aunt when she couldn't climb stairs anymore. Eventually, she was put on dialisis machine and formed a tight bond with those who helped her with the activity every week.

I only have one grandparent left, now. My grandmother who lives in a remote town a drive away. She's getting old, now, and is losing some of her hearing. I'm afraid of what will happen when she goes. Will we ever go and visit her old town again every thanksgiving or Christmas? We might, but it will never be the same.

Sir, I salute your brazen will and iron attitude. I know that I could barely stand to sit in my grandmother's room as she was having her last sleep. I can only pray that your grandmother will have the same peaceful end that mine did.