I've always hated that phrase. I've always hated that word. I remember going to a New Kids on the Block concert in 3rd grade and seeing a t-shirt that said, "Drugs Suck." I asked my mom what it meant, and she said, "It's just a nasty word." And that's all it's ever been to me. I hate it. And, it will be one of those crazy phrases that my kids won't be allowed to use, either.
Now, that being said, I have no other way to put into words the update on Grandma Victory. It just sucks. That's my best vernacular for now. So here's the latest scoop, and I'm sorry I haven't updated more regularly, for those of you trying to keep tabs on her.
She has been in Galicia Heart Hospital since last week. After and X-ray and CT scan, we learned that her pain is being caused from a disintegrated disc, which is causing 2 vertebrae to grind together. A doctor at Galicia mentioned yesterday that there may be a possibility of her being able to receive an epidural once a week to relieve her from the pain and discomfort. But, other than that, she will just have to rely on Percocet 10 (for now). The other thing we learned is that she has an aneurysm in her stomach. Nothing has been said to address this issue; no treatment options (other than physical therapy to gain some strength back), no possible scenarios, no glimpses of hope, no nothing. So basically we've been in the world of wondering why nothing has been done. Then, we found out today that the epidural option cannot be offered because if there was an accidental misplacement of the needle, it could burst the aneurysm in her stomach, which would be deadly.
The hospital had done everything that could be done on their end (which we weren't happy with anyway), so they shipped her out to a nursing home for rehab. When my dad and I visited her tonight, it killed us. So sad. I don't even have it in me to describe to you what it was like. I can only say this is the first time in a loooong while that pure sadness invaded my heart.
So I'm going to end with this: please remember to lift her up in prayer. She has no appetite. She has no strength. She is having some confusion...maybe from the pain meds, maybe from all the chaos...maybe from a 90-year-old brain. Her pain was bringing her to tears tonight...and my dad...and me. Pray for comfort. Pray for appetite. Pray for strength. Pray for mobility. Pray for a strong mentality. Pray for a miracle. I want you to ask for and BELIEVE in a miracle. She--and the kids and grandkids--are going through a MAJOR life transition right now, and this is definitely one of the most difficult things I've ever had to sit back and watch happen. I'm so scared people will just forget her. And, I will fight with everything I have for that not to happen. This is a feeling of hopelessness beyond anything I have ever felt. If we've ever needed you--our family & our friends--the time is now. If you are interested in sending her a card, PLEASE do so. She needs all the encouragement she can get to get back up on her feet again. Her address is:
Dorothy Victory
Lakepoint Nursing Center
1315 N West St, #904
Wichita, KS 67203
I'm sure she would love to get a phone call from any of you. However, I didn't see a telephone in her room. I will check things out and post a number to contact her once I have the info.
Love,
Sarah
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