Sporadic - Word of the Day

I'm going to dispense with the definition, but for the next few weeks, I'll only be posting sporadically.

You see, my dear, sweet, 78-year old grandmother went into the hospital last Thursday and is unlikely to make it out alive. She has pulmonary hypertension and one side of her heart is enlarged over 400%. The doctor said that she will probably die in her sleep of a heart attack. If she doesn't, though, and if they can reduce her supplementary oxygen to level 6 - whatever the fuck that means, it's at level 8 now - they will send her home with Hospice care and a morphine pump. The morphine won't fix either her heart or her lungs - they're completely unfixable at this point - but it will put her into a state where she "thinks" she's breathing easier, when in reality, she'll be drowning in the fluid in her lungs.

What a gruesome end for such a wonderful lady.

I spent most of the day on Sunday visiting her in the hospital. She knows that she's terminal, and she can even joke about it. Her doctor has put her on Viagra - no, I don't have a tranny granny - to help open up the small blood vessels in her body and increase the blood flow. She told me that she didn't mind taking it, but it wasn't doing "anything special" for her, if you know what I mean.

I can only pray that if I ever get that sick, that I can retain my sense of humor and be that strong toward the end. God Bless You, Nanny.