Me and Great Rumbler are here at the hospital with our grandma (we're brothers fyi, I know not everyone know this). They've told us it's only a matter of time now.
When we first found out she'd gone to the hospital Thursday morning, I didn't think it was a big deal. She'd been to the hospital several times the past few years with heart palpatations, but the doctors never found anything and just sent her home and told her to avoid caffeine. I thought this was going to be the same thing. The doctors didn't think it was a big deal, they just took blood and basic stuff, and then shuffled her off to a room.
Friday afternoon, the call comes, she's had a stroke. They'd been giving her something to thin her blood, and apparently blood was just leaking out everywhere of her brain and not clotting, at all. Doctors were still blowing sunshine up our asses at this point, but I think we all knew that this was probably the end. She'd been very clear in the past that it came to it, she didn't want to be kept alive as a vegatable. Of course we're gonna let the doctors do their thing, but we were already braced for the worse.
We got a little sleep last night, at 6:30am mom called and said to get here asap. She flatlined twice during the night, and this morning my parents and grandpa went ahead and signed the DNR paperwork. Next time her heart stops, we're gonna let her go. We're all just in the ICU waiting room right now, trying to hold it together. Send us your e-hugs.
