My grandma (actually my step-grandma, but grandma just the same) has had a very bad time, with bladder cancer, then, it went into remission, then, I think it came back, but no one said.
So, she couldn't handle a cathetarization, cause she couldn't get her legs in the position for a cathetar. They inserted a supra pubic catheter. Then, she got a "bad infection" from the hospital, and I was told you couldn't go within 3 feet of her. But, no one could say what kind of infection it was, so I guessed it must be VRE, which is a very dangerous infection, and fast moving. That was last week. They started doing parenteral nutrition (feeding her "through the veins" which is a term that makes me cringe...cause, damn it, it's called parenteral nutrition!) last week, and I was told she couldn't eat for three weeks, which made me wonder, but not ask, about pain control. hmm...
I just got a call that said she's not expected to make it through the day, or maybe tonight. Which I was thinking just this morning, if the infection spread to her lungs, she could catch nosocomail pneumonia, and it could over take her. I guess, which is a nursing judgment type of guess, that it did.
You know, there's a nurse part of me, and then, there's the other part of me. I know how the dieing process goes, I've had residents die on me, almost every week. It's sad, but it's part of life, and you pick up your stethoscope and go to the next one, cause they aren't the only one you have to take care of.
It's been about 3 years that my son's dad died expectantly. That was very sad, then a bunch of red tape I still haven't completely gotten to the end of. When something like this happens, I tend to think about the phases of grief:
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance
(dabda)
I have that memorized from nursing school. I had to know it for state boards. Sometimes, you can bounce from one stage, to another, then, one day, you'll find yourself depressed over it, then, you'll accept it. But, not really. So, I look at the death phone call, from a nursing standpoint. I knew my grandma was very sick. We were just talking about her this morning, how she can get pneumonia easily. So, my mom leaves, and goes shopping, and we get the phone call.
I hope I handled the dreaded phone call correctly. I told her daughter that I was so sorry to hear that, and it makes me sick to find that out. My mom is gone right now, and I told her I'd not call her on her phone while she was shopping. I didn't ask if there was anything I or we can do, cause, I know it's a matter of waiting. There's not much we can do. I guess we could go down to the hospital, but my step dad insists that she'll make it through, she's done it before, but I don't think so. For some reason, only known to God at this time, I don't think she'll be able to pull through. I know I have to call my friend at work, if I hear anymore. I also have tomorrow off, so I can help them when it comes. I can see my grandma in the hospital bed, having chaines stoke respiration's, and if her daughter called, then this is about it. If they're giving her Rox. (that's a link to the pdf file on roxanol)then, well, this is final. My mom had heard them mention hospice, but they denied putting her on hospice. I'm not sure they are telling everything, but thne, I'm a little cynical about somethings, too. I think that's cause I'm a nurse and I've seen alot of stuff. I guess it's just wait and see for now. I can already feel the shock and slight unsteadiness of the feeling you get when you know it's going to happen. It's as if it already did.
To me, if we don't recieve the last call very soon, I'll be surprised. Then, I'll have to call work, and hope they don't schedule the funeral for the weekend, which is extremely difficult to get off. (It's my grandma's funeral, and I'll not be at work. Everyone knows she's sick, and my friend at work knows what's going on with her.) So, it's wait for it to happen now.
I'll finish my cross stitch, cause I'm afraid to leave the house, for fear of missing the next phone call.