Yesterday, I spent the day with Bike Man. My awesome husband. We ate breakfast out (put the cup of Kashi lean back in the box…save that bird food for Monday morning!) and grocery shopped together. The sun was shining but it was brutally cold.
We agreed to spend the day with the Bike Man’s family, most specifically stopping our busy schedules long enough to see the Bike Man’s Grandma, known as Granny B here on in.
Granny B is a cancer survivor, been given a pace maker, recently had carotid artery surgery…and is now fighting against a pretty deep infection attacking the valves of her heart. The valves of a heart that is one of the most positive, loving hearts on the planet.
And because she’s desperately fighting this infection, she’s been moved into a ward of a rehab facility that specializes in dementia, because that is hitting so hard. So very hard. Yesterday, Granny B couldn’t even read Bike Man’s name. Oh boy did it hurt. Granny B was calling her daughter her sister’s name. But then teased about being married to Grandpa B. She’s still in there somewhere but it’s foggy…and this time the sting of what she’s going through is brutally cold.
She was pretty upset yesterday and was a given a baby doll…and believed it to be a real baby. It was tough for us, but was giving her something to anchor herself to. I love Granny B as if she were my own. I am praying and hoping her condition improves and wishing love and the same to Grandpa B. This was one tough day.
