Hooray, Depressing!

My grandma has demanded to be taken off of aggressive medical therapy, and have her feeding tube removed, and a bunch of other stuff, after her latest surgery to repair a perforated duodenal ulcer. We went down on Saturday night because my dad and aunt were going to do as she wished and we all wanted to see my Grandma for what might have been the last time. She wanted us to understand her decision, and accept it, and not try to harp on her about getting better and getting out of the hospital.

Then, true to my grandma's form, she is recovering DESPITE being taken off aggressive medication and her feeding tube. I'm almost positive she's angry about the whole situation. :) It's ok, you can smile about that last bit... anyways, she is being moved, hopefully soon, to a palliative care bed at Eagle Ridge hospital, a block from my aunt, where she will get slightly better post-op treatment than she is getting at Burnaby General.

Anyways, my grandma is 89, and has gotten four stents in three surgeries, as well as the duodenal surgery, in the past few months, and I understand her wishes. She says she's tired, and after seeing her, I know what she means... she can barely open her eyes lately, although my aunt says she was sitting up on her own and complaining about the nurses this morning.

Well... that's my granny. :)

Pic of the day is in honor of her: