|This tube dealie may not seem like anything significant, but it is attached to . . .|
|It came with a hose and a spiffy end so that you can shut the water off. Hubs pulled a hook just a little wider so that I could hang the hose to keep it out of the way.|
We hoofed it and we are thrilled with the progress that we've made so far. Yes, I promise pictures when everything is finished.
My Memorial Day marathon gardening session started with my friend Kim calling me to say that our friend, Karen (the church secretary) had died. She had been ill, but Karen had always triumphed over everything. We all knew how sick she was, so in one sense, I'm not surprised. In a totally different way, I was absolutely shocked. I couldn't help but to think of sweet Karen and her family. Oh, how my heart breaks for them. Karen was a woman of faith, Jesus was her Lord and Savior and we absolutely know that with all of our hearts, she is looking down on us. Still, Karen was a mom to many and a friend to all. There are times that I had to tell her that she needed to remember that she could say no. Still, Karen was everyone's go-to girl. You might think something is impossible, but with Karen (and God at her side), nothing was impossible at all. Needless to say, our church has been rocked. One of our cornerstone members is gone. We will move on, but until then, we all grieve her passing.
Be warned, this is gross and you may want to skip it:
In an update in regard to my grandfather's condition, he is still pressing on. Since Grandpa has nothing other than a sound mind, he decided to not have life support removed. He wants to "breathe his last breath" and that for him is being done by machine. For the lack of any other way to explain it, my grandfather is necrosing from the inside out. A vent provides oxygen to your brain and your upper torso, but the way it was explained to me is that it isn't a major long term thing to keeping limbs and whatnot all pink and healthy. Grandpa has a flesh-eating (from the vent and not contagious) wound on his backside that has left bone exposed. His lungs can no longer be drained, since the fluid has turned into a pudding-like substance. The lung doctor has already signed off and has removed himself from my grandfather's case. The present doctor in charge has explained that eventually, the vent will stop working. He also added that eventually, the kidney dialysis will stop working. Family members asked about resuscitating grandpa and the doctor said that the vent is doing that continually. He also stated that two doctors can "end a life" and if two sign off, that is a case where life support can be discontinued regardless of stipulations in papers. (Mom told me this and don't get mad at me if I'm wrong.) Fact of the matter is that Grandpa is alive by mechanical means. If those mechanical means are removed (Grandpa will NOT be getting any better), he has 2-3 hours max. He had us come in last Tuesday. He wanted to see all of us. I saw Grandpa. I gave him goodbyes. This is so hard.
I didn't write the last part to bum anyone out. Karen has been continually on my mind and I knew that y'all might be wondering about Grandpa's status.