Everybody has their own problems in life, this is true. We all go through pain, suffering, and loss. I guess this is what it's like getting older. But right now I could use a little love.
Things have been a little rough for us over the last year and half. I am in a not-so-well paying job that I don't particularly love, but I'm losing it in June because we are closing. So it's a blessing to be free, but scary to be back looking for employment.
Over a year ago, we lost DH's father suddenly of what was likely a heart attack (No autopsy). He was 54. DH's mom has had a tough time battling depression, having panic attacks and such. Turns out there is actual a small issue with her heart, and she's having surgery today. (My husband is awful with remembering these things, so I'm not sure what the procedure actually is). She is supposed to come home today, though, so we hope for a speedy recovery. She just lost her father a month ago (DH's only remaining grandparent). It was tough but he had been unhealthy and in hospice care a while. We also lost my Great Aunt Helen, a wonderful woman who had also been sick for some time.
Now, my 91 year old grandfather(My hero, and my last remaining grandparent) looks to be at the end of his life's journey. Up until December he was pretty darn good. He lived independently, with daily visits from his kids and grandkids just to check up. He had all of his faculties about him, I even did an extended oral history on him over last summer for my graduate course. He's a depression kid, WWII Vet, worked hard all his life-a true definition of the Greatest Generation. His only issue was his spinal stenosis. Over time, he lost his ability to walk, and he could just never come to terms with this. He always tried to do too much. His last fall placed him in the hospital, This started a game of volleyball between a local rehab/nursing home and the hospital. He got a cold that wouldn't go away, then started developing aspirational pneumonia. Overall I am appalled by most of the treatment he recieved at that home, but that's for another day. He developed a gall bladder infection, infection from his foley not being correct, and development of the aspirational pneumonia again. Eventually, on Easter Sunday, the Catholic nursing home sent him back to his house after 4 months of the bouncing around. Each time he's gotten increasingly agitated, frustrated, miserable as you can imagine.
Even though the family hired a lot of help from various agencies, it was rough, and it appeared that he had developed the aspirational pneumonia again. Only this time he refused to go back to the hospital.
Long story short he has now been accepted into a newer, beautiful place to be cared for, and it seems like this is the end. He has now slept for 3 days and is being made comfortable. He is not eating or drinking but from what the nurses were saying, they have seen worse people wake up from this, or they have seen people go as long as 2 weeks before they pass.
I just need some prayers to make sure he is peaceful. He always said "Que Sera, sera. Whatever will be will be." But I just prayer that he doesn't remain trapped in this state for too long. He has a living will, no feeding tube, DNR etc. He does not want to live that way. Incidentally, today is the 10th anniversary of his beloved wife's passing. Grammom had Alzheimer's and we went through a long difficult drawn out time with her. I am hoping he can finally go home to her soon and be at peace.