My amazing dnan, 93, is dying.
She fell on Sunday, was on the floor for 16 hours. She broke her shoulder, was taken in.
Monday she seemed a bit confused, but nothing major. More funny than anything. Was talking about getting better, and out of hospital.
Tuesday, she gets a urine infection. Is refusing to be medicated in any way. She's been ready to go for a long time, and the family respect her wishes.
It isn't my dnan anymore. She no longer knows us. She's shouting, she's angry, but none of what she's saying makes sense. I tried to hold her hand, and she slapped me away.
My dnan means the earth to me. She's my best friend. The only member of my family that I have ever felt gets me, understands me. We speak on the phone constantly, I visit her as much as possible. She's my biggest cheerleader. I can't breathe. This hurts so badly.
I just want her back.
She's refusing water and food so the Dr said she'll pass sooner than later.
I can't think of life without my beautiful dnan in it.