My grandma is dying.
Diagnosed in 2019 with lung cancer, 2 weeks ago dementia and had to stop her chemo meds, 1 week ago delirium, 5 days ago the cancer has spread to her brain.
They have given her a few weeks.
She turns 86 on Dec 6. It’s her 66th wedding anniversary on Dec 18. We don’t know if she’ll make it.
Im so so sad. My grandparents are my world. They raised me. Gave me everything they could. Taught me things.
I’m sad I never learnt how to make her pavlova, but why did I have to when she was going to be around forever right?
She is a shadow of her former self. There’s no sparkle left in her eyes. My 9year old daughter cries because “if great grandma doesn’t remember who you are mummy, then how will she remember who I am because I haven’t been born for as long as you?”
My husband doesn’t understand my grief. Everyone dies so why be sad because you know it’s going to happen?
My grandpa is heart broken. The love of his life is dying in front of him and there isn’t anything he can do to stop it.
He lays awake at night waiting for her to fall asleep but praying she will wake in the morning.
I am dying in the inside, trying to hold my shit together.
There is nothing I can do and I hate it!
