I know, another death thread.
My grandmother is like 86 or something. Since my mother, her daughter passed 5 years ago, she has never been the same. She has dwelled on the "it should have been me" ever since. She still lives in her own house, and thats about to change. For a while, she has had some pretty significant memory loss, in my mind. My sister has resentfully been helping her out a little, taking care of her banking and such. My Yia yia (yah-yah, greek for grandmother) has had some long term health problems like emphizema and diabetes. She doesn't take her meds, do her inhaler, watch her food, or check her sugar. She has been in the hospital a couple times because of high sugar, and was in again this last week. She still drives too! I was against that, and last year when she tried to get her license renewed, she failed, but the DMV guy told my godmother (her sister) to take her to such and such DMV, where she will probably pass, and SHE DID! I was angry about this, and told my godmother she should not be driving. She could cause/have an accident. My godmothers response was "Well, we'll wait till she does". OMG!
I had kinda washed my hands of all this, because nobody would listen to me that she needed to go to assisted living.
The other thing that has gone on, and I picked up on it quite a while ago, is the strong impression I got from her, is that she is done, and is waiting to die. She is depressed. Nobody believed me, until now. *sigh* A year or so ago, when my sister finally got all her financials put in her name and control, my Yia Yia said "Ok, can I go now?"Now, when my sister asked why she isn't taking her meds, she said she doesn't want to. In my mind, she is playing the waiting game.
A little funny note...I told my sister a long time ago, that we need to disconnect her stove. My sister called me back and said that we don't need to worry, it's electric, not gas.:facepalm:
So i guess after she was released from the hospital, she had to go to therapy. I asked what kind of therapy? Oh, they were teaching her how to give herself an insulin shot.Really?!
They kept her for a bit in a nursing home or something, I am not clear. When my sister went to visit her, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting to go home.Now comes the hard part of telling her she won't be going home, or at least for very long.
Also, another great aunt, her other sister has been in assisted living and now a nursing home, has dementia, and other problems. She doesn't recognize anyone. She wants to go home. She hates it there.
So here's my thing. Here are 2 people who have lived life, and are severly deteriorated/ing. Why can't we have a way out when we are ready? My Yia Yia will go into a nursing home where they will make sure she takes her meds, and watch here diet and sugar, extending her life. Why? Is this not extending her misery and depression? Why can't there be a system where she decides it's time, gather the family, and be with her and let her pass?
I have thought a lot about this for another reason. Stephen and I. Who is going to take care of us when we are like her? Who is going to make these decisions for us? Neither of us have extended family beyond our sisters. I want an off button. I want the ability to decide that I have lived my life to the fullest, and decide when I am done.
Do you want an off button?




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