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I have been rather non-existant for a good 2 weeks. Some of you know why.. others don't.
I am sorry if this is a little skattered and not perfect. It is just me writting things out ... kinda an emotional time.
My Grandma Robl was diagnoised with Kidney cancer - 4th stage a few months ago. I rushed to my mother's when I got a phone call that Grandma was going though some things and probably only had a couple weeks left.
I kept a journal while there. It is rather long... but I would like to share some of my experiances ... so I will condense it as best as possible... leaving out most personal details.
The first few days were grandma in the hospital ... The cancer had speard so rapidly that the tumor broke her hip ... She was in so much pain she was drinking morphine down like candy and it still was not touching the pain. She was such heavy painkillers ect. that she was simply not there mentally. She knew family but as far as nurses... she thought they were out to kill her. She threw herself from her bed one night and tried to crawl under it. Aunt Bev was more then pissed .. the nurses knew grandma's state and to check in on her yet this happened... when grandma got off the drugs later she informed us she had been there about 20 minutes on the floor.
The procedure ..... The idea was for the doctor to kill the nerves (side effect - paralisis) in her lower body. The procedure was fast .. it involved putting alcohol in her spine and leaning her in such a mannor that it would flow to the right area.
Next day Grandma slept through .. her body had gone through so much and know for the first time in a week (she had not eaten in seven days at this point either) it was pretty pain free ... she rested deep.
Next day I got there at 9 .. a few minutes after Bev got there .... Grandma had cried when Bev came in... she was so happy to be back mentally and to be able to talk to people. It was a good day ... grandma was just happy to be there. After not eating 7 days grandma's appitie came back full force as well. Bev left around 3pm and informed us that the next day she would not be there .... I would get there in the early morning and make sure things went smoothly. Grandma was all there mentally while well rested but when she started to get tired she would get easily confused ect. We left around 5 to let her rest.
Next day I got there at 6:30 am. Grandma and I watched a couple movies... a football game and talked. It was good spending time with her and being trusted to keep things straight. She was having a bad day with hand control. I can't tell you how many coffee spills there were. She felt a bit embarraesed .. that I could see but I kept telling her that it didn't matter.. it was okay. With the unfeeling legs and paralsis ment the humbling experiance of having to be changed by nurses. So During the course of the day I hunted for nurses on and off to change sheets to changing Grandma. Hospice came in and talked for a while .... On and off Grandma would get confused or see something that wasn't there. Her tissue paper turned to rice ... a pillow case to her wedding dress (she wondered what it was doing there) ... she asked a couple times if someone had been sitting in the other chair across from her... I informed her it had and would be just she and I all day. Mom got there around 4:30pm ... we left around 5. That Night Mom got a call from Bev ... Grandma had called her (from the hospital) and told Bev she was home. Mom called Grandma and let her know she was in the hospital and not home... she was probably half in dream and thinking she was home... mom told her to go to sleep.
The next day I took a break and Bev got to take grandma back home.
That week mom and I took care of Grandma For 2 days. It went well. It was all good. I helped by making meals or getting main ingrediants ready for something Mom wanted to make as far as food goes.. I also helped with a couple other things... Grandma's appitite was alright. When she wasn't napping mom and I would be in the living room area with her of interests and the past or watching TV.
The next week we were to take care of Grandma 3 days. Instead We got a call on Monday that Bev had to go take care of her husbands dying sister. With the emergency situation we took care of Grandma from Monday on. It started out bad and only got worse. Grandma didn't have much of an appitite ... by the end of the second day she couldn't keep anything down. .. couldn't even swollow her night time pills. Mom called hospice and asked what she could do. The answer was to give a nasuea suppository and not to even give her water for the night as even that could make her vomit. We followed the instructions.
Bev was going to have the next day to herself before coming back to Grandma's(Karls sister had passed away that day). She would come the day after ... but when she heard of Grandma's condition she decided to come first thing the next morning.
The next morning Grandma was very weak. I just hugged her and told her I loved her... she looked up at me and said 'I love you too'. Somehow I knew that would be the last thing I heard from her.
Bev got in and mom told us that Grandma had not slept all night.. she had stayed up talking to things only she could see. Bev told grandma to get some rest. Grandma went to sleep (and never really woke up again). We have a preist come in and give last rights. I had noticed all week that a verse from a poem was all over..from next to grandma's bedside to on the refridgerator. 'God saw she was getting tiredAnd a cure was not to beSo he put his arms around herAnd whispered come with me '
From that day on Huge amounts of family came. My dog couldn't take it ... Fixed and I were considering what to do after an inccident with a girl who had downs symdrome (snapped at her when she tried to kiss him)... and this stay he was right out the window uncontrolable... even peed on the carpet of a woman who had offered to dog sit him. Fixed got there Friday .... On Saterday we gave him up. We cried all that day... When I got home the next I didn't really sleep I cried ... we both feel like shit but what choice do you have when a dog you have been working with for a year is showing slowly increasing aggresssion to strangers and children?
Anyway I had to go home on Sunday. I Love my grandmother and would have stayed if I could but I had to do some things... Fixed nor I had any clean clothing at that point.. laundry was in order .. and I had to come back and feed my cats and rodents.
When I left she had a 'death rattle' .... she had not been able to drink anything since she has just been sleeping... I sat with her a bit that morning I told her where I was going and that I loved her. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and made my way to say good bye to the family.
Flip ahead to Wendsday .... I went bowling with some friends... when things are so stressful one must do happy things with buddies sometimes to just chill. I looked at my cell phone to see I missed a call from Grandma's house. I knew what it was and while trying to find a quiet spot to call back accidentlly rushed into the employee's area of the bolwng alley bar! I appologized and found a suitable place to call. Grandma passed away around 8:35 PM. Mom will call again today to let me know what the plan is for the funeral. I went back a bit teary eyed and had Fixed order up a strong Brandy Old fashioned (my grandfather's drink of choice). I told him and the friends that I wanted to keep playing... what else could I do... much better to stay with friends and talk then for me to just sit alone being sad.
These past few months have been hard on my family. Unkle lost his mother-in-law cat and dog... and now his mother.Aunt lost sister-in-law her cat and now her motherMe lost my Grandma on father's side, no more ferrets... no more dog and now lost my Grandma on my mom's side.
Safe to say... and I told my grandmother so ... She was more like a second Mother to me as compaired to a Grandma. When I was a baby my mother and I were in a car accident. My mother was unable to really care for me while healing so my Grandparents took care of me. My first year of school... My father went to South Korea ... mom and I stayed with the Grandparents. They were a big part of my life.So I can't really tell you in words how big a part of my life is now gone. I will always have happy memories (and there are alot) of my Grandparents. When My mom and I left after my grandparents taking care of me Grandma wrote a poem and a song for me. I do not have the song but I do have the Poem.
Here I sit, Alone in a clean room, Without you Bro, it seems like a tomb. Open wide is the bathroom door. Nothing scattered all over the floor. No dolls, no books, no little girl socks. Oh how I miss you Browyn Dear
No blonde curls, bouncing toward the shack. No one in the swimming pool with a little bare back. No one swinging in the swing grandpa made, it just sits there empty, alone in the shade. No sweet clear little voice calling out Sue. Oh darling Bro, how I miss you
No one to say clock, no bottle to make, No one to hold, while making a cake. No one in the cupboards, no pans on the floor, I'd love to see your mess once more. No big wide blue eyes watching TV. If all of you lived closer how happy we'd be. Your back with your family, its where you belong But God how I miss you, I held you too long. One more thought, Dear Browyn then I'm through Only your mom and dad could love you more then we do.
All our love always Grandma and Grandpa Robl
I would love to write more on all she ment to me... but to tell the truth.. right now.. I just can't. By pure chance while looking for some nice words to put on my blog background... I ran into the whole poem... and it couldn't be more fitting.
*God saw she was getting tired* *And a cure was not to be* *So he put his arms around her* *And whispered come with me* *With tearful eyes we watched her suffer* *And saw her fade away* *Although we loved her dearly* *We could not make her stay* *A golden heart stopped beating* *Hard working hands to rest* *God broke our hearts to prove to us* *He only takes the best*
I reacall hearing it now when it was first written and who for. But after seeing the line all over my Grandmother's house it will always remind me of her.
Thanks for reading... If you still have Grandparents.. charish them.. and spend time with them.
