CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE : A CONCLUDING THOUGHT
Recommendation #60: Journaling One’s Thoughts Can be Therapeutic (PAGE 161)
The wednesday before Thanksgiving my husband and I got into a fight. He felt that Nana was going to die really soon and wanted me to cancel my thanksgiving plans with my family so we could spend time with her. I was so upset that he would even suggest such a thing. My compromise was to drive the two hours to her house early so I could spend more time with her. When I got there on Wednesday, I learned she had falled and was taken to the hospital. She had a subdural hematoma and a broken hip and pelvis. The hospital in our home town was not able to treat her, so they had to transfer her an hour away to Gainesville. On the way over, she started having seizures in the ambulance. She did not have an advanced directive, so they gave her seizure medicine and had to intibate her. My husband and I went to see her the next night. The doctors told us that her soon was going to have them pull out her breathing tube the next morning and that she would probably die within minutes. But Nana didn't die. She could actually breathe at a 100% all by herself which is really good. She continued to improve. I went there everyday to sit with her and help her. After eleven days, doctors have said that there is nothing else they can do. She is released to Hospice. I feel it an honor to have spent so much time with her. Through being with her this past week, I absolutely know that I want to work for Hospice. I love you Nana. I will miss your humor and wit. I will miss your interactions with my daughter. I will miss you and your strengths and your weeknesses. But I am also happy for you, and I am excited for the new adventure you are about to embark upon. I love you!