Update on Meme
10/08/2007 07:53 a.m.

It seems after her ordeal that my grandmother will never be the same. She does at least recognize all of us and seems more or less mentally clear, though not quite as cognitively intact as before. But she can't walk, even with her walker. She doesn't eat well. She's not drinking much of anything. She's incontinent and doesn't know it. Well. None of us will ever be the same, on any given day.

And another poem is born, while kidneys begin to shut down and the heart beats a little slower.

At 87, one would think I might be ready for her to go. But, I don't think you can ever be "ready" to let go of something so precious.

Then again, I could bring her home and she might rally herself and go on for many more years. These are just things we can't know for sure.

Very interesting bout of delerium and sudden physical disability.It wasn't delerium in the truest sense because nearly all throughout, she was aware that what was happening to her was "strange" and not made of the same substance as her loved ones standing right in front of her. At some points, she remembered the names of her loved ones but was not able to tell that we were those same individuals. And another odd thing. She is normally hard of hearing, needing us to repeat things two or three times before she gets what we're saying. But during the ordeal, she heard all of us speaking perfectly well. And her sight seemed less degenerated as well. Now she's back to being HOH.

Someone recently said to me, "It's like a gigantic rock. Time and pressure wear away the little things, but the heart of it will last forever." I hope so.


I am currently Odd
I am listening to Some dubbed Japanese movie playing in the living room.