My grandmother with Alzheimer's is in the hospital, in the ICU. She slipped into a diabetic coma Wednesday night, she has a urinary tract infection and pneumonia. Mom said it looked like she wasn't going to make it yesterday, but now she's getting better.
Here's the fucked-up part.
When Mom started telling me, my heart soared. My grandmother would finally be free of this, this lying in a bed not knowing who she is, unable to string a coherent sentence together or apparently understand one, waiting for a nurse to come change the sheets where she's soiled herself. My funny, sassy, word-a-find maniac granny.
And Mom would be free, too -- Mom's over at the nursing home every day and beats herself up for not spending more time there, while my asshole uncle (a preacher, go figure) breezes in once a week if we're lucky. I told her when I was home that she couldn't do it all, and she said "If I don't do it, who will?"
And then she told me she was going to pull through and my heart sank. Back to hell.
How fucked up is it that I want my grandmother to go ahead and die?