Today was a very sad day for us. My sister is home on spring break from Law School, and she went to visit my grandfather at his retirement home. Well, she got there, went to his room and found my grandpa unresponsive with his head down in his chair. She shook him and said grandpa are you okay? He was able to respond saying cant breathe get help, so she pressed the button and she went and yelled for help while the nurses came. Paramedics showed up and brought him to Memorial Hospital. For the past 3 weeks, once a week, his congestive heart failure begins. Now, CHF is not known to be fatal, you can live for quite some time with it. But once a week for 3 weeks is not a good sign. My poor sister had to experience it , seeing our grandfather like it. Everyone had comments like, Oh meghan its too bad you weren't there. Yeah I do know how to do some things due to my emt-basic course and my first responder course, nursing classes etc.. but still.. what an awful thing to say during this time. My sister did everything she COULD have done. In that situation I would have done the same thing. She shook him, she yelled for help and pressed the button for help.
Now, we are thinking that a nursing home is the best bet. We were giving him quality of life, but... that may not even be possible due to the the past few weeks. At this rate it can only get worse, once a week for 3 weeks is VERY frequent. I have prepared myself, maybe not fully because with this situation I am still very vulnerable, we all are. I love my grandpa more than anything and all I want is the suffering to stop. I love him and I love seeing him and hanging out with him. He is a really cool guy with a lot of stories. I wish that I had listened more when I was younger, I wish that I hadn't been so neglectful and maybe gone to see him more often. This situation definitly opens up your eyes. I have never been there before besides losing my greatgrandmother when I was 8 or so. Man, I feel so wierd right now... this is crazy..
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