A long weekend

Saturday afternoon I found out that my grandma was in the hospital. She had an intestinal blockage and was refusing to let anyone operate. She was tired of being sick and not being able to do the things that she wanted to do. A few hours later I found out that she was in a drug induced coma and wouldn't be coming out of it. The dr's were getting her pain meds and trying to make her as comfortable as they could. Her liver and kidneys shut down and the waiting game began.

There is nothing like being told that everyone is at the hospital, but knowing and saying that everyone is NOT there because I wasn't able to be there. Oh how I wish I had had a magic transportation system.

Early Sunday morning I sent Kolin and the older three to church. I wanted to be home incase the cell phone rang with an update. During that time I made flight arrangements for me to fly out on Wednesday. Definitely not a reason I want to go home and visit my family...especially since Kolin and the kids won't be able to go with me.

Sunday afternoon not much had really changed. My sister and I talked frequently...I didn't want small updates, they weren't going to do me any good, but any large updates I definitely wanted to know about. I called around 4pm and hours before her BP was at 72/30 or something quite similar to those numbers. Throughout the day family members kept telling her that it was alright to go, that it was time. She being the most stubborn lady EVER, of course didn't listen until she was ready.

I know grandma knows that I love her. I know without a shadow of a doubt that she loves me. I just wish she had gotten a chance to meet all my children. I know she's looking down on us all though.

While she was sick and tired of being sick and tired, I know that the last thing she really wanted to do was leave all of us.