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Hi Everyone, it's been so quiet around here lately. I know personally I have been super crazy busy. The beginning of February my Dad came to help do some remodeling work on our house and then after he had been here his GF and my Aunt both came down too. It really wasn't as bad as I had been anticipating other then we had to have a mini-family feud in the middle because things weren't being done as fast as my Aunt wanted. Because of weather they ended up staying an extra week and I was so ready for them to go home.
Right now that all feels so trivial and so long ago, even though it was barely a month ago. At the beginning of March Frankie, my "grandfather", was in the hospital (after just getting out the first of February) he had pneumonia, on top of his emphysema and COPD, He was doing better for a few days after getting some IV antibiotics but then grew even more ill. He was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure and had a very bad night Wednesday (the 12th) and called us saying he didn't think he was going to make it. He was having a severe panic attack and we asked him what HE wanted, he said he wanted to come home, he just wanted to come home. So first thing Thursday morning we checked him out. He seemed to be doing better at home for a few days but then Sunday night he had a very BAD night. His breathing was very labored and congested, he had the "death rattle. After a very long emotional night he settled down and on Monday he had improved somewhat. On Thursday we started setting him up on hospice.
It has been a very long and emotional few weeks. My real grandfather died when I was 15 and a year later Mamie meet Frankie. It took a few years for us to accept him and him us (as he is not close with his family and had no interest in having a family). Now that we love him and accept him as a second grandfather he is dying. It's so hard to see him like this so fragile and weak, but then he also has some good days that give us a little hope. Of course my grandmother needs a lot of help to care for him and luckily my father has flown back to help us. The whole ordeal is very physically and emotionally exhausting.
It's also a struggle to try to stay on track with my recovery at such an emotionally taxing time. It's so hard with the emotions that this brings up, someday's I do better then other. I'm just so drained and exhausted trying to find the gumption to keep fighting takes even more out of me. Well I have to get back to the grandparents house.
Take care everyone,
Ari
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Right now that all feels so trivial and so long ago, even though it was barely a month ago. At the beginning of March Frankie, my "grandfather", was in the hospital (after just getting out the first of February) he had pneumonia, on top of his emphysema and COPD, He was doing better for a few days after getting some IV antibiotics but then grew even more ill. He was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure and had a very bad night Wednesday (the 12th) and called us saying he didn't think he was going to make it. He was having a severe panic attack and we asked him what HE wanted, he said he wanted to come home, he just wanted to come home. So first thing Thursday morning we checked him out. He seemed to be doing better at home for a few days but then Sunday night he had a very BAD night. His breathing was very labored and congested, he had the "death rattle. After a very long emotional night he settled down and on Monday he had improved somewhat. On Thursday we started setting him up on hospice.
It has been a very long and emotional few weeks. My real grandfather died when I was 15 and a year later Mamie meet Frankie. It took a few years for us to accept him and him us (as he is not close with his family and had no interest in having a family). Now that we love him and accept him as a second grandfather he is dying. It's so hard to see him like this so fragile and weak, but then he also has some good days that give us a little hope. Of course my grandmother needs a lot of help to care for him and luckily my father has flown back to help us. The whole ordeal is very physically and emotionally exhausting.
It's also a struggle to try to stay on track with my recovery at such an emotionally taxing time. It's so hard with the emotions that this brings up, someday's I do better then other. I'm just so drained and exhausted trying to find the gumption to keep fighting takes even more out of me. Well I have to get back to the grandparents house.
Take care everyone,
Ari
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