My grandmother is back in hospital - her blood tests came back, and they're really bad. It's odd because she seemed to be doing ok. It's a roller-coaster - then she's a bit better, and I'm elated, and then she goes down, and I sink back into this black hole. No matter how inevitable the inevitable is, I can't quite wrap my mind around losing her. My mother and grandfather I could accept. My grandmother is different. She really has become my child in so many ways.
She hates needles, and when they put the IV up tonight, she was utterly distraught. If I could I would take a needle, give up a kidney, or whatever else for her. But I can't, and I hate that feeling of not being able to do anything, of being utterly helpless to help her. She's so tiny, and fragile - my instincts to protect and nurture her are in overdrive, with nowhere to go. All I can do is tell her over, and over again how much I love her. It just doesn't feel like enough. I suppose my struggle is really to make peace with my limitations.



