On Thursday, February 11th, my grandmother celebrated her 86th birthday.

We all got together for dinner and she wasn’t doing very well. She had trouble eating and having conversations with us.

Friday morning she wasn’t able to get out of bed. She was having trouble waking up and responding to us. Hospice came and showed my family how to take care of her toileting needs while laying in the hospital bed. Joey and I went to visit her Friday night and we sat in her room with my family for an hour before she even opened her eyes. When she woke up she said “I haven’t done anything all day”. She then kept telling us she wanted to go home. Some of us where in tears as we told her it was okay to go home. After a few minutes she kept telling Joey to take me home. Joey and I said what was probably our last goodbye and went home.

Saturday my grandmother’s hospice nurse came and told my mom that my grandmother may have had a stroke and a pulmonary embolism. Here is a picture from Saturday:

Saturday she didn’t talk much and she would have her eyes open but she wasn’t really looking at anybody. I sat with my Grandmother for 2 hours on Saturday to give my mom a break. I just held her hand and prayed.

Sunday, Valentine’s Day, Joey and I went to see how she was doing after we went out to lunch. She was quiet and Joey sat in her room for a couple of hours while I helped my mom. Around dinner time she was moving a lot and she opened her eyes and she was not herself. We wanted to give her some medicine and she refused. She held her lips together and she starting hitting us when we tried to put her hands down. Once we got the medicine in her mouth she looked like she was going to spit it out, which she did. A little bit later, Kathlene wanted to help her with her oxygen and she wouldn’t let her so my mom and I held her arms down and then she starting spitting at us. She even looked right at my mom and said “I spit in your face!”. She was pushing us away from her bed. Man she is strong!

My mom called Hospice and they said they could bring injectable medication to calm her down. They came and gave her the medication and had to fight her on that too. They saw her bladder was full and had to catheterize her. Christene and my mom held her down while the nurse did what she needed to do.

We don’t know what is going to happen but we are praying that the Lord calls her home soon. This is all very hard for us to watch and wait for the end. However, the hospice people are such a blessing and definitely help make this a little bit easier for us all.