My first blog post ever referenced how strong my granny Elle is. For the past two years she fought and survived every critical illness brought to her plate. In December of 2007 my grandmother went into the hospital to have her gallbladder removed. As a result of the surgery, she was not able to walk. She was sent to a rehabilitation center where she would be able to learn how to walk and come back home. Well since my grandmother has been there, she has been in and out of the hospital. She got a bad infection called C-Dif which almost took her life, docs prepared us but guess what, she survived. She went in several other times...docs told us to stop meds and she wasnt gonna make it. Guess what..she proved them wrong. Just this past January she had uncontrollable bleeding from her colon and they wanted to remover her colon, she said no way and made it thru a 9 quart blood transfusion.
On March 14, 2009 at about 3:00 pm, my mother and I were preparing to visit my grammy (my mom saw her everyday, ate and watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy with her) and bring her fried zuchinni from H-Salt (her fave) when we received a call from the hospital that my grammy was in the er and fell. We thought it strange because she doesnt walk, so how did she fall. We arrived in the ER and unlike the other times, we were sat in a conmference room, where we were told that my grandmother was being transported on a gurney and was dropped. She had head trauma. The neuro surgeon said even if he operates, she probably wouldnt make it. I told him to do what he could, make it happen, she has fought everything and could fight this. My mom (a nurse) said different. My grandmother was in a coma and her pupils were dialated which means she was technically brain dead.
Walking in and seeing her bruised eye, head, shoulders, hands, and body was so upsetting. "Look what they did to her". My precious, strong, grammy was lifeless. The docs moved her to CCU pretty much for us to say goodbye. The docs kept telling my mom to give her morphine (to make her go quicker) but my mom wanted to wait for my brother to arrive so he could say goodbye.
A friend of my grammys came and prayed over my grandmother at 6:30pm. She left and my brother, mom and I walked over to my grammy. I put my Buddah bracelet on her and my brother put a crystal in her hand. No sooner as my grammy's friend prayed over her, my grammys heart rate went from 120 to 0 and flatlined. Even though she was on a machine, she left us at 6:40pm ..........
I will never forget the moment my mom, brother, and I held her and all watched the monitor.......at first my brother and I didnt understand and then we got it.....
It was my grammy's time to go. I am still trying to deal with how she went. How she fought EVERYTHING only for someone else to take her life. She was such a feisty woman, and loved to do crosswords all day and everyday. She also had a penchant for cussing, people, the tv, and doctors and nurses out. I miss her so much. She was gone just like that! I had a breakdown about 15 minutes ago and needed to write this...
If anyone has had any similiar experiences or pain, please let me know how you got thru it or are working thru it now. I am trying my hardest to deal with the loss, with my moms pain, and trying to not be angry.....
RIP Grammy Elle --- I miss you soooo much
and remember ....NOTHING IS WORTH MORE THAN THIS DAY
tonialexis
xoxo