To some people two years is a long time. When some days seem to drag on and on, but then you look back at the week that just passed and it seems like it flew by. Time will go on forever, but our time on Earth will not. 800 is just a number, but that number is special for one reason. 800 days ago was August 4, 2013, just over two years ago. While most people were still on vacation, out enjoying the summer before school started two weeks later, I was somewhere I didn’t want to be. I was stuck home alone, crying in my bedroom. 800 days ago on August 4, 2013 I lost one of my best friends, my grandmother. Most people think that when you lose a family member you will grieve for a few weeks or months but you will get through it and almost forget.
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About eighteen months before she died she was diagnosed with Dementia, a form of Alzheimer’s. Transition was a daily part of my grandmother’s life. She transitioned from a normal life to home assisted care to an assisted living facility. But when she fell and broke her hip her steady mental decline became a sharp drop off. There were some days, I was her favorite person in the world then others she had no clue who I was. The only Stephanie she “knew” was the little girl that she helped raise. Her hip slowly began to affect her already limited mobility, so it was decided by a doctor that she would need to have a partial hip replacement surgery. The surgery went over well, but then hours later her body crashed. Her body rejected her new foreign hip and it had now become too dangerous to re-operate. There was only one option we had left to choose, a nursing home and hospice. If my grandmother didn’t have much time left we wanted her to be comfortable and with …show more content…
But I can choose what I do in the future, in order to fight my demon. Living the way my grandmother lived and bringing aspects into my life that she enjoyed may be a reminder that she is gone. But completely forgetting about her is completely forgetting what she has taught me. My grandmother taught me to never to give up on somebody when they need somebody. One in every three Americans will develop Alzheimer’s or Dementia in their lifetime. Many of my friends are going through the same thing I was, losing their grandparents mentally and physically. We need to join together, support each other, and help to find a cure. But the most important thing I can do to fight my demon is to never forget my grandmother and the impact she had, not only on my life but others as
About eighteen months before she died she was diagnosed with Dementia, a form of Alzheimer’s. Transition was a daily part of my grandmother’s life. She transitioned from a normal life to home assisted care to an assisted living facility. But when she fell and broke her hip her steady mental decline became a sharp drop off. There were some days, I was her favorite person in the world then others she had no clue who I was. The only Stephanie she “knew” was the little girl that she helped raise. Her hip slowly began to affect her already limited mobility, so it was decided by a doctor that she would need to have a partial hip replacement surgery. The surgery went over well, but then hours later her body crashed. Her body rejected her new foreign hip and it had now become too dangerous to re-operate. There was only one option we had left to choose, a nursing home and hospice. If my grandmother didn’t have much time left we wanted her to be comfortable and with …show more content…
But I can choose what I do in the future, in order to fight my demon. Living the way my grandmother lived and bringing aspects into my life that she enjoyed may be a reminder that she is gone. But completely forgetting about her is completely forgetting what she has taught me. My grandmother taught me to never to give up on somebody when they need somebody. One in every three Americans will develop Alzheimer’s or Dementia in their lifetime. Many of my friends are going through the same thing I was, losing their grandparents mentally and physically. We need to join together, support each other, and help to find a cure. But the most important thing I can do to fight my demon is to never forget my grandmother and the impact she had, not only on my life but others as