i talked to my mom last night for a good long time on the phone, asking about grandmothers, talking about friends who are now getting old and frail. it was a depressing conversation, really.
my mom is frustrated with her doctors. and the administrators at the hospital back home. she's been trying to get the results from her heart monitor forwarded to her cardiologist, but her family doc is involved. he's not showing up for work all the time, and "forgetting" appointments, and not returning phone calls. she went to the administrator, but he (or she?) is doing the same thing. she's filled all the proper paperwork, but without the doc's involvement, the results stay in limbo, and she doesnt get treatment, because her cardiologist won't treat with just a verbal diagnosis -- he wants to see the results (like all good docs should). so, meanwhile, she's living with it, un-necessarily, and getting more and more angry.
my grandmother (the 96 year old) has suffered another spontaneous spinal fracture, and had been screaming bloody murder for days. after consulting with the family, they changed her pain meds, (upped the dosage), and that seems to have helped, and I guess, on Tuesday, she finally went off the morphine. death, at this point, i think, might be a blessing. i cant imagine if i was lucid and in so much pain, and yet could not have the situation "fixed". she will, eventually, after much suffering, die. keeping her comfortable was the mandate. when does comfort equal death, i wonder? how much more is she going to have to suffer? it makes me crazy. i think, if i were lucid, and in her shoes, i would try to will myself to death, which she swore she would do. and maybe she will. maybe she hasn't decided it's bad enough. but maybe, she doesn't even know who she is or how she got there anymore. she doesn't know any of her family anymore (at least by name or relation), so maybe that isnt far fetched.
ok, enough depression for one morning. i'm going to get comics at lunchtime, and hope that my new camera has arrived before i get home. this week has been hell.