My beloved grandmother is back in hospital again. She has pneumonia, and the plasma cells have overwhelmed her bone marrow, so that she has hardly any red and white blood cells left. We are treating her conservatively, it's possible that she could recover for a bit, but I can feel her slipping away. She doesn't talk much, she spends almost all her time with her eyes closed. When I speak to her, I feel like I'm pulling her out of from some far-away place, and she doesn't really want to come back. In the last 2 days, I've felt like some of the bonds tethering her to the earthly plane have snapped. The best way I can describe it is she's like a hot air balloon, breaking the ropes that hold it to the ground. I feel like if one more breaks, she'll drift off into the distance, never to be seen again.
I veer between numb resignation, and utter terror. It seems inconceivable that death should even be possible - and yet it is the only inevitability we face after being born. How can something that is so much a part of the human condition feel so utterly wrong, impossible, bizarre. You hear about other people dying, and you shrug your shoulders. 'Well, that's life', we say. Until it's someone you love and care for. Then it's not 'life' anymore. It's cruel, and vicious, and nightmarish. Logic and common-sense are clear - this is what happens to everyone, you grieve, you get over it, and you carry on. My head may be logical, but my heart is just breaking........



