Earlier this week, while trying to help my mother go through my grandmothers things, I received a call from a friend at work. Based on her voice, I knew she wasn't calling about work. My thoughts instantly flash to her daughter. I was wrong.
Thirty minutes later, I am over at a mutual friends house. Her husband had diedthe day before. Her brother was there when it happened. Her brother tried to prevent it. But he couldn't.
I feel so bad for my friend. She has lost her husband, the father of her child. I feel so bad for her young daughter. She lost her father when she was so young. She won't have him to look over her, to play tea party with her.
I really feel bad for my friend's brother. His close friend, his sister's husband, his niece's father.
It's a nightmare that will take a long, long time for him leave behind. I know they will. I hope he can.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Stress
With the funeral for my Grandmother coming up on Thursday, and the move from our current building to our new building at work, I am under a little stress. I woke up last night with a severe headache caused by the stress knots in my neck. I need to forget about the funeral for the next day, and focus on what I can do to move the move forward.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Loss
At about 12:45 Am this morning, I got a phone call. My maternal grandmother had died.
It wasn't unexpected. She had been diagnosed with cancer(melanoma) of the liver in the late spring of last year. She had a small series of minor strokes that culminated at about that time. While she could communicate, it did impair her speech, preventing her from finding the right word. When she was released from the hospital last June, after the last stroke and the cancer diagnosis, the doctors thought it was only a matter of a couple months at most. I know that those predictions are not always accurate, but the doctor is trying to give the patients and their families a realistic expectation based on the condition that they are currently observing. At this point, i started steeling myself for the inevitable.
Just before last Christmas, she started to take a turn for the worse. She had been losing weight, but all of the sudden, she dropped a lot, and needed help to get around. After Christmas, she started using a wheelchair and using a hospital bed instead of her regular bed. For the last few weeks, she was confined to her bed.
I received the phone call last night, and while not fully awake, I understood.
Like I said, I've had a while to prepare. But you are never prepared.
I miss her.
It wasn't unexpected. She had been diagnosed with cancer(melanoma) of the liver in the late spring of last year. She had a small series of minor strokes that culminated at about that time. While she could communicate, it did impair her speech, preventing her from finding the right word. When she was released from the hospital last June, after the last stroke and the cancer diagnosis, the doctors thought it was only a matter of a couple months at most. I know that those predictions are not always accurate, but the doctor is trying to give the patients and their families a realistic expectation based on the condition that they are currently observing. At this point, i started steeling myself for the inevitable.
Just before last Christmas, she started to take a turn for the worse. She had been losing weight, but all of the sudden, she dropped a lot, and needed help to get around. After Christmas, she started using a wheelchair and using a hospital bed instead of her regular bed. For the last few weeks, she was confined to her bed.
I received the phone call last night, and while not fully awake, I understood.
Like I said, I've had a while to prepare. But you are never prepared.
I miss her.
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