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Afflicting Infirmity

22 December, 2004 (21:44) | Growing Up

We all grow old. Such is the way of the world. My Dad’s uncle died when I was 5 of a heart attack. He was in his 50s. My Dad’s mother died of breast cancer when I was 14. She was in her late 60s. Right before Thanksgiving, my Grandmother’s aunt passed on. Now my Mom’s mother is dying, and judging by her worsening condition, she should’ve gone years ago.

SIDE NOTE: I’ve never been a fan of my Mom’s parents. They can come across as down-home bigots who seem to have difficulty seeing that their way isn’t always the right way. My grandmother doesn’t work and hasn’t since they married. She’s got a hunch-back, two missing fingers (washing-machine accident as a child), and hobbles around like an elderly Golum. My grandfather, on the other hand, skis and golfs regularly and seems in damn good form for his age.

When my grandmother began to get sick, I saw a whole new dynamic to their relationship. For the longest time, I always felt my grandmother was a docile old woman and my grandfather was a domineering old man. As far as I could tell, he got everything he wanted and was always in control. Now, with my grandmother sick, he’s suddenly developed this sweetness to his manner with her. Rather than “dammit, woman!” he reacts with “now, marty.” Perhaps it’s as much a change in my grandmother as it is in him. Regardless, I have a newfound respect for him.

Last week, my Mom called me and told me she was flying back out, that my grandmother had gotten sick enough to need hospitalization.

Last spring, my grandmother was diagnosed with colon cancer. Shortly before the operation, she fell down the stairs and broke her hip. Since then, she’s both had the cancer completely removed and recovered from her broken hip. Admittedly, she was a lot more frail, but for the past couple of years, she’s been paler and bruising more easily, so it wasn’t noticeable.

At Thanksgiving, I found out my grandmother suffers from manic-depression (my mom and her brother also medicate for manic-depression as well). Late this summer, she started skipping her prescription of lithium. She’s become delusional to a point that’s invasive. Until her hospitalization, she was writing a book (writing in the loosest sense of the word) about how she’s the daughter of god and its her role in god’s eyes to tell everyone that homosexuals must be wiped off the face of the Earth for the good of humanity. I hate to say it, but I’m finding it difficult to sympathize with her in any way, shape or form.

Oh how I desire euthanasia…