Grandma Weekend

This is my Grandma and my cousin’s daughter, Julia, last year

Thanksgiving Day was a lovely day of fun, family, and wonderful food, as it should be. It also brought the disquieting news that my Grandma, my mom’s mom, had fallen pretty hard and broken her wrist, and was in the hospital. Blech.

So Friday I drove to Stockton to see her, to verify with my own eyes that she was OK, to try to find out what was going on. The news was not good. And sitting in a hospital is rarely fun. You wait and wait and wait all day for someone to come and tell you what is going on. I’m pushy enough in these situations, that I go out into the hallway and find the proper nurse, ask her my questions, and see if I can hurry things along. Friday, for most of the 8 hours I was there, she was queasy and really just wanting a cup of coffee. They wouldn’t let her have any until they were sure that she wouldn’t have surgery. Finally, towards the end of my visit, it was determined that no surgery would happen until Saturday, so she got some coffee and food. It was determined that surgery was the option she wanted on Saturday. It was discovered that there was something on some test or another that the doctors didn’t like, and made them think perhaps there was bone cancer somewhere. So we tried to get a CT Scan, but something went wrong (perhaps that she threw up the icky drink she had to take before hand, I don’t know). That was Friday.

Saturday was a day on hold. Started out with another (this time successful) CT Scan, then off to surgery, which didn’t happen, due to an irregular heartbeat. She has mitral valve prolape (which seems to run in the family, as her sister and my cousin both have it as well). I guess that threw off the anesthesiologist, who wanted to wait to hear from the cardiologist before he was willing to put her under.

Sunday, they carted her off early for surgery, having gotten the OK from the cardiologist. Thankfully, the surgery went well. They put a metal plate in her wrist to help hold it together. The CT Scan showed NO SIGNS of cancer. Whew. That’s a huge relief. Grandma has had health problems for the last few years, and I doubt that she has the strength to power through cancer treatment. She has always been tiny and thin, but now she’s lost weight and is probably 95 lbs dripping wet.

I drove to Stockton on Sunday, and made it back to her room before she did. It was so nice to see her, and to spend the afternoon making her life miserable by being loud and laughing with my relieved cousins. I asked her several times if she wanted us to leave for a bit so she could get a nap, and she said no, it was really nice to listen to us, her granddaughters, all together. We are so rarely all together.

So now I’m home, and she’s going to be discharged soon to go to the convalescent home. I’m not thrilled with those places, but this is a pretty good one, and she went there a few years ago when she broke her leg and had surgery. The people there are kind and supportive, and she likes them. It is 5 minutes (with traffic) from her house, and 5 minutes from my uncle’s house, so it’s very convenient for my Great Aunt (who lives with my Grandma) and my uncle and aunt. I think having them there as much as possible is a great help in her recovery, so I’m all for it.

You know, after all of this, I’m kind of ready for the weekend to be over, and to go back to work. But I’m really relieved that she’s OK.

4 Comments

  • Ally Bean

    Well said. I mean, it’s something that you don’t want to happen, but you captured the flow of the hospital experience so nicely. I bet it was fun to be with all of your co-grandaughters. Not expected, but an opportunity to bond nonetheless.

  • jaykaym

    I love the ability to be pushy when necessary and in the hospital it seems to ALWAYS be necessary. I know that she was lucky to have you there and loved the noise and laugher that granddaughters can make!

  • K8

    Oh dear, she looks so frail in that picture! I’m glad it was nothing worse than a broken wrist, although any surgery at her age is so hard on the body. I’m glad Flo can go visit her without having to go all over town! And I know Forry will be there to help out too. Crossing my fingers that everything is back to normal by Christmas!!!

    • J

      Yeah, K8, she’s a lot more frail than she used to be. She talks a lot about her weight (big shock there), and how she weighs 89 lbs, though sometimes she says 96 lbs. I hope it’s 96, that’s at least a little healthier. I wish it were at least 105…she’s so tiny. But she doesn’t have any appetite, and hasn’t had much of one for a few years now. Very frustrating. I doubt very much she’ll be home for Christmas, but perhaps by her birthday (Jan 16th). That would be very good news.