Grandmother update
My grandmother is better. Not better in the sense that she’ll be out of the hospital any time soon, but better in the sense that her heart is now working normally. The pneumonia is not responding so much, but the heart was more crucial. I keep hearing the medical information third-hand, through a bunch of non-medical people, so this is probably altogether wrong. Except fot the part where she’s doing better — I might not be sure how well better is (or how bad it was before), but anything is good.
This morning my mother, after telling me my grandmother was better, said she was in part relieved because it means we will be able to go to Maine next weekend for the holiday. And I thought, oh I guess it wasn’t that bad that I was hoping that if my grandmother had to die, she’d wait until after I finished my fusion class.
We’re not quite as heartless as all that. Though my grandmother and mother . . . don’t get along well. My mother is not what my grandmother wanted for her first son.
I am relieved she’s better. We might have a distant relationship, but I don’t wish her badly. And certainly I don’t wish his mother’s death on my father.