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.