I wish I was in Florida.
The ventilator was turned off some time earlier. Luckily (and I still don't know why) they did not have to wait the full 72 hours that Florida law apparently dictates for those without a living will. My grandfather is on morphine and is still breathing faintly, and they're not expecting it him to live much longer.
Yesterday when I arrive home, a package had arrived - a case of oranges from Florida. This was a gift from my grandpop that he obviously had sent early this week. Amazing how things can change in one short week.
I hate that my mom is there going through this and I can't be there with her. I'm glad her brother is there, and my grandpop's sister and lady friend. I'm so glad that everyone was in agreement with what had to be done. If he somehow pulls through and continues to live, he will have very little quality of life. He will be blind in one eye due to a brain bleed, he will not be able to communicate in any way. Apparently in addition to the minor stroke that sent him to the hospital, he also had a heart attack and two massive strokes while in the hospital. He would HATE to live totally reliant on other people.
So now I'm just waiting for the final update. Then we have to start making arrangements for shipping him and everyone else back home and the funeral. It's so hard to think about all this when he's not actually dead yet, but that's the way it is. I offered to make phone calls or help when I spoke with my mom this AM, but there's nothing to be done yet.
So we wait for word.
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Rachel,
This is the first time I am perusing your blog, and I am so sorry to hear of your recent news.
It must be so frustrating not to be there with your family right now.
Anyway sweetie, if you want to vent, just give me a call.
--Mary Ann
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