Take Back Control

Grandma "fell asleep" at 5:30pm on Thursday, the 19th. On Saturday, at 8:30am, Mom found Grandma laying on the floor next to her bed. She slept for 39 hours. After that 39 hours, Grandma can no longer talk. She can grunt, but that's all the sound that comes out of her mouth (that and heavy … Continue reading Take Back Control

But Whenever Monday Comes

The nurse motioned to Mom and I to step outside after she had seen and heard all that she needed to.  When the door closed, she looked at us.  We knew what she was going to say. "It won't be too long now" she said.  Mom and I nodded.  We knew that, but to hear … Continue reading But Whenever Monday Comes

The Fault In Her Connection

Grandma fell on Monday.  She said she was expecting it.  Well, it has been a couple of weeks.  It seems her pattern is either Monday or Tuesday in the early morning.  Well, that’s just what we know. You know, I didn’t think I’d have this much of a connection with her.  I am genuinely scared.  … Continue reading The Fault In Her Connection

ALS Is To A Cold As Water Is To Oil (They Just Don’t Mix)

Not a lot is going on.  We’ve had quite a few therapists come out.  The occupational therapist came by, but he said he didn’t need to do a lot with Grandma right now.  Speech came out, which I was happy about.  She’s awfully nice.  I learned about the only bone that’s not connected to any … Continue reading ALS Is To A Cold As Water Is To Oil (They Just Don’t Mix)

Falling Prolongs The Homecoming

Grandma was supposed to come home on Tuesday (the 23rd) but she fell and fractured her back (a compact fracture), so, we’re hoping for next Tuesday or Wednesday.  Next Thursday she has an “ALS appointment” which is probably going to last all day.  There are going to be multiple therapists evaluating her.  See, ALS is … Continue reading Falling Prolongs The Homecoming

My Life Is A Soap Opera

“I have a theory,” Grandma started.  “Wise words are about to be spoken” Mom said as she looked over at me.  “No,” Grandma replied, “this is going to shock you.”  Mom snickered.  “Ok.”  Grandma turned her head to look out the window.  “I think Bob loved Aunt Barbara more.”  Grandma began.  “He thought she was … Continue reading My Life Is A Soap Opera