I got a call last night (June 6) from my mom letting me know that my grandmother, Dolores Naggie, died, after having been in the ICU for over 3 weeks, most of the time on a ventilator and feeding tube. I had gone out two weeks ago and spent three days with her. The ventilator prevented her from speaking, so I spent the time there holding her hand.
I first went out to visit her Monday, May 27. She had been admitted to the hospital the previous Sunday (May 19). On Tuesday (May 21) they discovered several infections. I believe they put her on life support on Wednesday (May 22) and a social worker came to speak with my family on Thursday (May 23). I went to see her on Monday (May 27) and everyone told me she was looking much better. On Tuesday (May 28) morning they took out the ventilator and she was able to say a few words with difficulty. She said she loved me. Apparently my Aunt Kathy came early Wednesday (May 29) and spent a lot of time with her. By the time we arrived she was exhausted and slept for most of the visit.
I just got off work and need to quickly shower, dress, and pack before heading to the airport. This post was written in part as an excuse for my delayed reflections on last month, which I'll write when I return.
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