My grandmother (the only one still living) has been in the hospital since Thursday. The doctors don't know what's wrong with her. Most of the time she is very incoherent, not knowing where she is, or what day it is, and when she talks it's quite nonsensical. They have done a slew of tests, but they can not find anything wrong. They did find blood clots in her lungs, which are due to her inactivity (basically she gets out of bed and sits in her chair all day, only getting up to go to the bathroom or go back to bed), but that would not cause her current mental state, and there are no signs of any nerve or brain damage in any of the tests they have done. They are even saying she will not be able to live on her own anymore, that she will have to go, at the very least, to an assisted living facility.
G and I are going to go see here tomorrow. I don't want to look back someday and say, "I should have gone..." Even thought there are bad feelings and memories from a few years ago, she is my grandmother: the one I grew up down the street from; the one I ran away from home to (one afternoon my dad was mad at me and I ran down there to avoid getting a spanking :-) the one who I was close to; told my secrets to; and the one who taught me how to make pecan pies and apple crisp; and I love her still. And now that we live farther away I don't get to visit often. I pray the Lord will bless us with at least one more visit, if not many more for years to come. Please pray for her...
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