My grandmother has returned home today, a little after lunch. She's been in the hospital since last Sunday. Hospice set her up in her room. The doctor told her that there's nothing more they can do for her except to make her comfortable.
She has pulmonary fibrosis. Diagnosed in 2000 with it. I didn't know that; apparently, a few of us did but no one really had any clue as to what it was about and how it was terminal. The nurse told my sister, Angele, that people diagnosed at such an old age (81 yrs in 2000) have a life expectancy of 5 yrs. No one told any of us that prior to the other day. I mean, had we known the seriousness of this disease, perhaps we could have taken different approaches, cleansing, detoxing, etc. But, now, its kind of too late... unless a miracle happens. But, I think she's ready to go. She's had a full life, great health, an has been a super active member of her religion. And, I think she's ready to meet her son, Jimmy, who was killed on a motocycle when he was 19 yrs old.
Anyways, the pulmonary fibrosis is what caused her heart to act up... or have heart failure. Its like the lungs are full of scar tissue... like big keloids that make it differcult for her to breathe. The heart is trying to do its job, but it can't because of the lungs not doing their job completely. Causes the heart to work overtime.
She's happy to be home and Sheeba, her dog, missed her a lot and she her.
My uncle, Andrian, still isn't able to fly out of Africa. Apparently because of the Pope's recent passing and everyone visiting him.
My dad should be in from offshore by tonight.
We think she'll hold on until she says her good-bye's and gets her affairs in order.
She's on oxygen; but that's it. She has already signed a living will. The doctor said they can give her pain meds if she needs them to be comfortable.
Its all so surreal, really. So quickly going downhill.
She told her friend, Kathy, that she'd have to find a new pal. Kathy was like, "huh?" And Grandma told her, "Kathy, I'm dying." They embraced and talked to each other, my sister, Angele, didn't hear what they were saying, but, I'm pretty sure it had to do with God and their beliefs.
My sister, Aimee, and her 4 kids made it down around 2am in the morning. They went straight to Jared's house and slept a little over there.
The kids have been making crafts for Grandma to enjoy.
Jared set up the TV in her room. Shane, Jared, and Jeremy took down her full-sized bed and set up the hospital bed (been having that since Grandpa, back in '79). I made the bed and put pictures of her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren on her dresser.