I watched my grandma suffocate to death. There I said it. That wasn’t so bad, was it?
Grandma was having trouble breathing one afternoon and was taken to the hospital by my mom and aunt. A few days later, we were told she wouldn’t live much longer.
The doctor came in to evaluate grandma. He said she’d be fine for another couple of days. He advised my family members to go home and rest. He said that I could sit with grandma in the meantime.
They left. I sat with my mom. Grandma suffocated. She was DNR. There was nothing we could do. It felt like a bad episode of Grey’s Anatomy.
Well, guess grandma won’t be judging my lifestyle anymore.
That was rude, I know.