I had a second procedure and another MRI before they finally released me late Thursday night. I chowed down on some Thai food after not being allowed to eat all day at the hospital. Sleeping in my own bed never felt so good. I woke up the next morning anxious to be able shower again. With a bum arm and the help of my mom, we washed my hair. We took turns shampooing and holding my neck drain. Again, I was so reliant on her for something so simple. We got most of the iodine out, but the knots were a whole other story. Some of those had to get cut out, but in the end, it's just hair and would grow back.
We were having coffee when my mom received a call from the rehabilitation center that my grandfather had been at. They said he had a heart attack and would be sent to the hospital. I didn't understand. I had just spoke to him Wednesday and he sounded like the Gramps that I knew before the dementia set in. He had called my mom while I was in the hospital and asked if he could speak to the patient, that patient being me. I assured him I was doing well and that's all he needed to hear. He had been in and out of the hospital for a few months. Between my grandfather and I, it seemed all my mother did was go from hospital to hospital. I don't know how she did it.
That Sunday, my grandfather passed away. My mom thinks he took one for the team and went to Heaven for me. My grandpa had always done a lot to help out with my sister and I. The time I spent with my grandparents have been some of my most favorite times. I'm still having trouble accepting that they're both gone. My mom assures me that I have not one guardian angel now, but two.
We were having coffee when my mom received a call from the rehabilitation center that my grandfather had been at. They said he had a heart attack and would be sent to the hospital. I didn't understand. I had just spoke to him Wednesday and he sounded like the Gramps that I knew before the dementia set in. He had called my mom while I was in the hospital and asked if he could speak to the patient, that patient being me. I assured him I was doing well and that's all he needed to hear. He had been in and out of the hospital for a few months. Between my grandfather and I, it seemed all my mother did was go from hospital to hospital. I don't know how she did it.
That Sunday, my grandfather passed away. My mom thinks he took one for the team and went to Heaven for me. My grandpa had always done a lot to help out with my sister and I. The time I spent with my grandparents have been some of my most favorite times. I'm still having trouble accepting that they're both gone. My mom assures me that I have not one guardian angel now, but two.