A down grade and a good grade.

Finally, some good news. Yesterday my Papa got down graded from the CCU to telemetry. His NG tube has been removed and he hasn't had any vomiting since then. He has had two flu swabs done, the first one being positive and the second was negative so as far as I know they are still treating him with flu precautions. He was able to get up out of bed with a one person assist, which is far better than the four person assist he needed when he came into the ER on Monday. Things are looking up for him.
More good news.. I managed to get a 96 on last weeks statistics test, making up for the 73 I got a few weeks ago.
Yesterday I was also able to convince my Nana into coming down to the ER to be checked out to make sure she didn't have the start of a pneumonia or the flu, since she has also been sick for the last couple of weeks. I know she wasn't happy with me for making her do so. And although she'll never admit it, I'm pretty sure she was damning me to hell. But I worry. So if she wants to be mad at me for caring so much, I'm okay with that. All of her test results came back fine. My family and I are finally starting to let out that sigh of relief, and at the same time I'm sure we're all still holding our breath and wondering if or when something else is going to go wrong.

Someone else's turn

I have to make this quick since I have to leave for school in about 15 minutes. Things have not been getting better since my last post. My Papa (the brother of my great aunt that is dying) arrived in the ER I work at yesterday.. while I was working. He was not doing well at all. I'm going to lie.. he had me so scared at one point. The ER physician who I am really good friends with, looked at me and said, "If I have to intubate him, are you okay with that?" I was terrified but knew that I had to keep myself together since my Nana was there in the room. Luckily we avoided intubation, however, he was still admitted to the CCU with pneumonia related sepsis and an upper GI bleed. I went to see him this morning and he looked a lot better than he did yesterday. The stress just keeps piling up on my plate. I just keep asking myself when will be someone else's turn?

It's been a while

My apologies for being absent for a while. Life has been a whirlwind of emotion for me lately. Last weekend my husband and I took off to Canada to see visit my Pepere who was in the hospital. It was the first time Tony got to meet him, and the last time I would ever see him alive. The following Tuesday my dad contacted me to let me know Pepere had passed away. So on Wednesday we packed and headed to Canada for the second time in one week. Friday morning, while still in Canada, I found out from my mom that my great aunt (Aunt Marie) had been taken by ambulance to the hospital I work at, and had been admitted. The next night, after my Pepere's funeral, my mom got another call from family back here at home. My Aunt Marie had been diagnosed with colon and lung cancer and that she doesn't want any treatment. She wants to go to a nursing home, live out her days, and go home to God. The following day, Tony gets a call from his family only to find out that his grandmother had just been diagnosed with liver and lung cancer. She is in good spirits though. She just recently battled breast cancer and she's ready for another fight. But honestly, how much more bad news can one person handle?! I suppose the old saying when it rains, it pours is true.
At some point my grandparents, my mom, and myself (and maybe a couple other sets of hands if I can round them up) have to go to my aunt's house and remove anything and everything valuable. Whenever it is that she does go to a nursing home, they will have all rights to her house and anything inside. I think that's crazy. But then again, I don't exactly understand how or why it is that the nursing home will own everything she has. I don't know when I am going to be able to help them. I go back to school tonight, and back to work tomorrow. I have a really full schedule, but I know I need to be there for my family as well. It's so hard to focus on anything right now. The one thing that does stand out in my head, though, is a quote from Mother Teresa, "I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."