On March 8th my brother, my step-dad and I accompanied my Mom to wait while she had this procedure done....and again at a snoozing hour! hello, Starbucks!!
The Dr. came out almost 2 hours later with a smile on his face. All was well. She did terrifically and it was a routine procedure. We all breathed a sigh of relief and again....waited- this time to see her.
Finally I rang the ICU doorbell and asked if Graini-Mom was in there. She was. I walked in (leaving step-dad and brother in the waiting room down the hall!). I really thought I'd be in there for a minute to see her. Nope, please answer these questions. Long story short, we all three were reunited with her. Then....
Graini-Mom asks where is Mother.
Um, you mean Grandmom?
Yes.
She's dead.
Eyes dart back from me to brother. Graini-Mom is confused. But not upset. Just blank.
Earlier, the nurse told me Graini-Mom started to wake during the procedure and they shot her with more anesthesia. (oh sure, that sounds "routine!") Well of course she is confused and blank. My 23 year old took 3 days to come back to the land of the living after his dental procedure! It's gonna take some time for the octogenarian.
Um, nurse....may I have some of those drugs by any chance???
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