My phone rang about 930 this morning. "Grandpa calling" it told me. My brain said, "If something is wrong, they will call back, you are on vacation, sleep more." So I did. Whom ever was calling left a message. 20 minutes later, my Dad text messaged me. So I got up and called him back. He told me something about my grandmother not doing so well in the hospital and I needed to call mom because of something. So I called mom. Then I called grandpa. Grandpa's made it sound like the physician was telling him he needed to make a decision on pulling my Grandmother off of life support or not (TODAY). I freak out, call the hospital, talk to the physician, and realize the misunderstanding. (Which I am not happy about saying was mine. I told mom not to tell me anything important with in the first waking hour or so of my day!) What needed to be discussed was life support measures in the future. http://www.copd-international.com/ is a nasty thing and it will keep you in and out of the hospital for years.
She was in the hospital for 6 weeks then went home for 4 days. I spoke to her while she was home and she sounded better than she had in a few months. Her spirit was very high and she was happy. This is what a COPDer goes through in the end. (Remember that the human body does its own thing and 'THE END' of any illness and it can take from minutes to years.)
After calling the hospital I called my Grandfather back and told him that he and Grandma needed to make a decision on how much longer they wanted to go through this. Long story short, she said she did not want the ventilator anymore.
Thus begain the hunt for the Living Will.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
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