He is 84 and needs a triple bypass surgery. He is an extremely poor candidate for the surgery, and we're pretty sure the doctors won't do it. Even if they do, we are highly skeptical of his ability to survive it and recover from it. Three of the main arteries to his heart are 90% blocked so, without the surgery, it's just a matter of time.
I'm making plans to fly up and spend some time with him. I love this man so much. We are very close. He has always loved me and been there for me, and has never once let me down. We grieved the loss of my grandma and my dad together, and I just cannot imagine facing the rest of my life without him. Once he's gone, that is the end of that entire side of my family, which only adds to my grief and pain.
I know this is the way of the world. His body is worn out and his time is coming, as it comes to us all. I just hope and pray he won't suffer. I am trying very hard to accept this, but my heart is breaking. I'm still processing everything and I haven't really talked to anyone but DH about this yet, so I guess I just needed to share. Please send your thoughts and prayers my way, and any extra strength you may have. I'm going to need it.
I have just gone through something similar recently with my Grandmother, and it is really hard. Dyl is also going through this with his Grandmother right now. Not being able to do anything just plain sucks.
I'm so sorry. I was really close to my grandpa and he showed me in many ways how much I meant to him. There are a lot of grandkids, but I was sort of special with him.
My grandad has always said, "Well, let's face it, you're the one. You're the favorite." I would always act scandalized and make him promise never to say that in front of anyone else, especially the other grandkids, but you know I eat it up. ;D
We talked the night before he went into the hospital, and he told me again how much he loves me and misses seeing my face. (I've lived away from him for almost 15 years, but visit regularly.) We both know beyond a shadow of a doubt just how much we love one another and mean to each other, and I've thanked him a million times for being such a strong influence in my life. At least I don't feel that there's anything left unsaid, ya know?
Thanks to everyone for your kind thoughts and prayers. I feel better and a little stronger just getting some of this out.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
I am soooo sorry. I had a similar relationship with my maternal grandmother (I was the first grandchild of her "baby"), and I went to spend a couple of weeks with her right before she passed away from pancreatic cancer.
My mom's family kind of split after her death, so she really was my last connection to that side of the family, and yes, it hurt. Like breaking heart hurt.
Lots of ::hugs:: and good thoughts and vibes to you, and if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to vent to, I'm here.