Grandpa update
Oct. 14th, 2011 09:51 pmWhen we last left our hero, he was about to go to the hospital.
I got an e-mial from my mom this evening -- with the helpful subject line "Grandpa," which made my heart sink (as did the thoght that if this isn't the last time she's going to be talking abot him, this is only going to keep happening).
Mom's e-mail starts: "Grandpa refused to go to Rochester. He told them he feels good and he isn't going to go over there and be sick."
Which is so him. I read this out to Andrew and said "That's so him." His dementia has only exacerbated his natural stubbornness and he's always been convinced there's nothing, or nothing much, wrong with him. "So basically he has shortened his life and the aorta valve will eventually pop."
I was very philosophica about it at first -- being in the hospital would make him miserable; the last time he had to stay in for a few days, he apparently caused such a fuss on the ward and such misery to the staff that he was home before his doctors had originally told him he would be. This story makes me smile despite myself. Maybe he would live a bit longer in a hospital bed hooked up to a beepy machine, but it wouldn't be the life he has falling asleep in his armchair, turning the heat up to 80, pretending not to watch Oprah and Dr. Phil, playing a dice game with my mom when she comes to visit, expecting his supper at four o'clock and having a big bowl of ice cream before he goes to bed every now and then as a treat.
Just hang on until Christmas, Grandpa. You better. You have to.
I got an e-mial from my mom this evening -- with the helpful subject line "Grandpa," which made my heart sink (as did the thoght that if this isn't the last time she's going to be talking abot him, this is only going to keep happening).
Mom's e-mail starts: "Grandpa refused to go to Rochester. He told them he feels good and he isn't going to go over there and be sick."
Which is so him. I read this out to Andrew and said "That's so him." His dementia has only exacerbated his natural stubbornness and he's always been convinced there's nothing, or nothing much, wrong with him. "So basically he has shortened his life and the aorta valve will eventually pop."
I was very philosophica about it at first -- being in the hospital would make him miserable; the last time he had to stay in for a few days, he apparently caused such a fuss on the ward and such misery to the staff that he was home before his doctors had originally told him he would be. This story makes me smile despite myself. Maybe he would live a bit longer in a hospital bed hooked up to a beepy machine, but it wouldn't be the life he has falling asleep in his armchair, turning the heat up to 80, pretending not to watch Oprah and Dr. Phil, playing a dice game with my mom when she comes to visit, expecting his supper at four o'clock and having a big bowl of ice cream before he goes to bed every now and then as a treat.
Just hang on until Christmas, Grandpa. You better. You have to.
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