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Forgivness in Death
Thursday morning my parents woke me up at about 5 to tell me they had to take my grandpa to the hospital. His legs were red and swollen and he was in a lot of pain. So I went to school and my brother came and got me at 2. He wouldn't tell me why he had signed me out, but he took me to a hospice where my parents told me what was going on. At the hospital, the doctors had found that my grandpas liver was shutting down and his lungs were filling with fluid. They had two options. The family could either have doctors put needles into his stomach, peircing his lungs to drain the fluid, but he would live on life support. Even on life support, he may only live a week or two. The other option was to make him as comfortable as possible and let whatever was to happen, happen. They chose the later. (He had been sick and suffering for three years... it was the humane thing to do)
Well I stayed at the hospital from the time I got there (about 2:15) till about 11. The next day I was planning on going to school, but the people from the hospice (where they sent him since there was nothing they could do to treat him) called at about 5 in the morning. They said to get to the hospice as soon as possible because it didnt look like he was going to make it. So from about 6 in the morning, I was there along with many family members. We all waited at the hospice until he died at 11:50. It's been a long day, and I want to go sleep it off.
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Well, Darlin'. I'm such a stranger to you, I'm not even certain what your sex is. Name's Lacy. Previously 'zealousabattoir' on blurty. Presently 'god' on Drivelbox. My grandfather died from lung cancer when I was ten years old. Worse thing to ever happen in my life.. he had been a delightful man. I'd write a lot more about him, but they have comment character limits. I do not feel your exact pain, though I can relate, and if you'd like to "talk" at any time -- my AIM is: Doinq. |
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