Tuesday, July 22, 2014
My grandmom will be 92 next month. Until last year, she lived in Florida by herself and drove. She went to church, shopped, was in 2 red-hat societies and went to the pool every day.
Then she got heart surgery and everything changed. She fell into dementia (from the anesthesia). At first it was horrifying - she thought little people were living under her house - said they had the same furniture. She was so scared. I went to visit her before my Disney World Half Marathon in January, 2013
She told me about her hallucinations. She knew they were not real, but they haunted her. I felt so bad. I didn't want her to be terrified.
In the next couple of months it got worse. She drove to her Doctor's office thinking she had an appointment, sat in the parking lot and then left. Thank God she told my dad - he flew down and took her to the Doctor's. He said she could no longer drive and needed to live in assisted living. My dad moved her into an assisted living home. Her dementia kicked in really fast. I flew down to see her and really thought she was going to pass away in front of me. She was moved to a nursing home. Now, I am told, she is doing "ok". She has full dementia but doesn't have the scary hallucinations any more. I called her the other day. She still knows who I am but talks about things that don't exist. I go along with whatever she says so she doesn't get stressed. I cry and am glad she can't see me crying. She laughs and I laugh (I have no idea why but am glad she is happy). Next month she will be 92 years old. She says if she had it to do again, she would not have had the heart surgery. I do not blame her. When is enough, enough??