We're doing just that -- hanging in there. The past week has been a roller coaster for us. Grandma took a serious turn for the worst and we do spend every night wondering if we'll get to see her in the morning. It is terribly hard to watch someone you love go through an experience like this, but we are thankful for the time we're spending with her and the fact that no matter how bad it gets, grandma still acts like grandma.
She spends a lot of time sleeping, yelling at God and listening to Dean Martin. We like to shuffle in some Rod Stewart, but Dean Martin's "Italian Love Songs" are just soooo dreamy.
Every once in a while, grandma wakes up to let us know how she's feeling. She has some trouble communicating and sometimes gets people mixed up, but when she really wants to tell you something...she'll tell you. This morning my mom was asking her a lot of rapid fire questions..."Are you in pain? Do you want to listen to music? How about some water?" That's sometimes the only way you can get a response and in this particular instance she snapped, "shut up, Maryanne!"
After not speaking for several days, my grandmother informed me that she would like me to purchase some ex lax and find out who was going to be taking her to church on Sunday. God, if you're listening...I would not want to know what she had planned for you.
Finally, grandma's most hated activity is the inevitable time of day when we have to give her a bath. My mom rolled her over to me at which point grandma grabbed my arm with the strength of ten men and whispered "Get me out of here."
So if you've been curious, we're all hanging in there. Grandma will find peace when she is ready and until then, we'll just keep loving her.
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