So, last Tuesday, my Grandma went in to the hospital due to constipation, which is unusual since she usually has the exact opposite. They XRay'd her and found and impaction in her bowel. They immediately took her in for surgery to remove it. They ended up removing a portion of the bowels.
When I heard about that I was surprised, as it must have been pretty serious for them to do that in her condition. She has congestive heart failure, along with a bunch of other problems. I dont remember 1/5th of them. Something that always comes up after surgery, no matter what, is infection and slow healing. One of the nurses we spoke to said she had one of the longest medical histories "she had ever seen."
She was doing pretty good the day after, but, after that she started to go down hill. On Saturday, the hospital here in Moses Lake decided they didnt have the knowledge and suggested a transfer to a hospital in Spokane. She was transported that night by ambulance, lights and sirens, to Deaconess in Spokane. Sunday night, after they finally got a CT scan done, we got the bad news.
She had an infection next to where the bowels were cut and spliced back together. It was not healing, and neither was the cut on her stomach where she was cut for the surgery.
They told us they looked at the incision when they redressed it, and it was "not four days worth of healing."
They told my Mom and my Grandpa they could operate to fix it, but it would require being put on life support for weeks, and multiple surgeries over months. With maybe a 10% chance of survival.
My Mom waited by her bedside for hours until she woke up and was coherent. She goes in and out of coherency due to the drugs and infection. My Mom asked her if she wanted to have surgery.
"No, No. Ive had enough."
"You understand you will die if you don't have surgery?"
"Yes."
So, now, all they can do is try to make her comfortable. All my Uncles except one has managed to make it up to say goodbye. She made a crack after one of them said, "Its like a family reunion here." "More like a funeral."
She told them that she accepts it and "Lived a full and happy life, with wonderful children and grandchildren."
We made arrangements to have her transferred back to Moses. An ambulance is scheduled to pick her up tomorrow at 10am and bring her to a hospice here. Me and my Mom came home last night to meet it and do the admit paperwork when it arrives. She might not even make it here. Which, a part of me wants to be selfish and be able to see her again, but Ill always want to see her again. Really, the earlier the better. Less suffering.
When I heard about that I was surprised, as it must have been pretty serious for them to do that in her condition. She has congestive heart failure, along with a bunch of other problems. I dont remember 1/5th of them. Something that always comes up after surgery, no matter what, is infection and slow healing. One of the nurses we spoke to said she had one of the longest medical histories "she had ever seen."
She was doing pretty good the day after, but, after that she started to go down hill. On Saturday, the hospital here in Moses Lake decided they didnt have the knowledge and suggested a transfer to a hospital in Spokane. She was transported that night by ambulance, lights and sirens, to Deaconess in Spokane. Sunday night, after they finally got a CT scan done, we got the bad news.
She had an infection next to where the bowels were cut and spliced back together. It was not healing, and neither was the cut on her stomach where she was cut for the surgery.
They told us they looked at the incision when they redressed it, and it was "not four days worth of healing."
They told my Mom and my Grandpa they could operate to fix it, but it would require being put on life support for weeks, and multiple surgeries over months. With maybe a 10% chance of survival.
My Mom waited by her bedside for hours until she woke up and was coherent. She goes in and out of coherency due to the drugs and infection. My Mom asked her if she wanted to have surgery.
"No, No. Ive had enough."
"You understand you will die if you don't have surgery?"
"Yes."
So, now, all they can do is try to make her comfortable. All my Uncles except one has managed to make it up to say goodbye. She made a crack after one of them said, "Its like a family reunion here." "More like a funeral."
She told them that she accepts it and "Lived a full and happy life, with wonderful children and grandchildren."
We made arrangements to have her transferred back to Moses. An ambulance is scheduled to pick her up tomorrow at 10am and bring her to a hospice here. Me and my Mom came home last night to meet it and do the admit paperwork when it arrives. She might not even make it here. Which, a part of me wants to be selfish and be able to see her again, but Ill always want to see her again. Really, the earlier the better. Less suffering.
