May 18, 1997

The Weekend
There was a discussion about making lists this week on journals, so I thought I'd list all the things I did this weekend.

Oh, well, not that exciting a weekend, I did discover a great series by David Feintuch. (The Hope series). A couple of ladies who run The Book Rack here in Charlotte pointed him out. I really like their store, if only because they read science fiction. A lot of used bookstores seem to be opened by women, but not by women who read sci-fi. These two were pushing books on me so the authors would keep writing the series involved. Got to go back there soon.


I talked to Mom on Saturday, and my grandmother has a cold. Not a problem, but combined with all the other problems from her stroke at christmas 94 (has it been that long?), it is just another problem.

Mom, Dad and I have been waiting for her to die. It may seem callous or crude to you, but we sort of wish it would happen. My grandmother was one of the people who was always cheerful and active, and then, unexpectedly, in late 94 she had a stroke. She's been bedridden and miserable since.

As I sat around her bed in the special Heart-care wing of the hospital in Florence, SC, waiting for her to wake up, I prayed that she would drift off and never wake. I knew what was coming, and how she'd feel about it. And I can't say I was wrong. My grandfather has always insisted that she will get well, if she only would try. (In the beginning there was the possibility of OT/PT to get her going again.) I always thougth that she'd wind up wasting away, lying in a bed for the rest of her life, delerious, and in pain.

She's not delerious, although she does see things. She seems to be in pain. She's certainly unhappy. I really wish I had been wrong. But I wasn't.

Is this what awaits us all? Is there any hope? I hope so, or that I die quickly.


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