
i'm not really sure why i'm feeling the need to post something about this today, but i guess it's just to get it out of my head a bit more than it has been the last 6 days. my grandma nancy died yesterday morning of cancer. and it was terrifying. she spent the last 5 days of her life in hospice care because my poor grandpa just couldn't give her the 24 care she needed; it wasn't safe for her to be at home anymore. i have never seen anyone battling cancer before. i remember when me grandma called and told me a year and a half ago that they had found a cancer spot in her throat and on her lung, and it didn't seem real then, and it doesn't seem real now. i've had the privelege of spending some time with her since then, as my grandma and i have always been fairly close: we're both artists, we like to do the same kinds of things...
so i would go over to their house and visit, talk about gardening, tell them about my latest projects, or what ryan was up to; she'd tell me bits and pieces of what she was going through, but overall, she did not complain. everyone just thought she was going to get better.
but she wasn't getting better. the cancer came back, in her back this time, and she got weaker and weaker, and smaller and smaller, and it hurt to eat and swallow, and then she had trouble walking, and she was on so many pain pills that she couldn't read or write anymore and needed help with more and more things.
it's really strange to watch someone getting sicker and sicker. when i last saw her she was in a semi-comatose state, not even recognizable as herself, and i cannot get this image out of my head. it is haunting me. but the crazy thing is, as scared as i was to go see her like that every day, when i walked into the room and stood next to her, and kissed her on the forehead, it was just my grandma. sunken and bony as she was, it was still my grandma, and i could tell she was still in there. and the last thing i said to her was i love you, and she flickered her eyes open, and i know she heard me.
she died at 4:00 yesterday morning, and my grandpa and 2 of their daughters were there with her. i haven't really been able to get anything done this week; it's all i can think about. in a way it's like a piece of my childhood just died. i have so many memories of my grandparents, since i was a tiny kid.
anyway, i guess she's not suffering now, but it's still hard. why is change so hard? i know everyone dies, but it feels so unfair that some people die like that, with so much pain and suffering.
here's to all of you out there who have lost loved ones to terrible disease and hurting.
but the sun is shining and life marches on. so now i get to remember my grandma and love my grandpa while he's still here. what a special thing to have grandparents in your life.
what a special thing to have people in your life...