I'm tired of being Debbie Downer and writing about my grandfather's illness, but it's pretty much all that's on my mind lately. It's pretty near impossible to think about anything else, so it's hard to write about anything else. I'm trying to get back to "normal," -- such as it is -- but circumstances aren't helping.
Today, my mother told me that one of my grandfather's doctors suggested that they just transfer him to a hospice and disconnect his feeding tube.
This is not the news I was expecting -- and I can't imagine that it was any different for the rest of the family. After all, he'd already gotten through the worst -- the head trauma -- when he woke up and started talking. Plus, he's over the latest infection, and his cancer and diabetes are both under control. But the doctors want to give up on him, and it seems mostly due to the fact that he's 83.
I don't get it. If he's willing to fight, why aren't his doctors?