I visited my grandmother yesterday. She looks so much better. Her eyes are open, she's moving normally and she ate lunch yesterday. But the problem is really inside. Yesterday, the doctors finally diagnosed a stroke. Her personality is the same, but her memory is not.
She asked where my cousin was three times, a cousin who has been dead for more than five years. Later, when I told her I had to leave, she said, "yeah, we better get going." and she took the blankets off and fully intended to come with me. My mother told her that she'd better wait because she was having more visitors later. My grandmother agreed that she should wait there.
The doctor said she would need long-term care. My aunt wants to bring my grandma home to her house, but what about my grandpa? He is completely lost without his wife and understandably so. They've been married for 61 years. Their anniversary was the first full day she was admitted to the hospital. Unfortunately, it was also the day we all had the least hope.
My grandparents met in early December and instantly liked each other. They got engaged on Christmas eve and were married in April. My father, the oldest, was born a few years later and five more children followed.
My grandmother has the best laugh... makes the best cookies... and always enjoys life to its fullest.
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