Okay drama, I’ve had enough.
My dad’s mom, my beloved Grandma Mamasheina, can never seem to catch a break. In the past decade she’s buried her husband of 53 years, and her two children. My father, less than a month ago. She’s the toughest lady I’ve ever met, but I have no idea how she is handling this. I mean, I do know, because I call all the time – but it’s tough. That and she’s a diabetic with neuropathy, she’s legally blind (macular degeneration) and has been battling depression for about 50 years. It ain’t easy being her. Or being her granddaughter.
We’re doing all we can to support her, but I’d really, really love her to move up to New York. She won’t. It’s so frustrating, because everyone she loves, who loves her, and is still alive – is up here.
This past week she’s had high blood pressure and shortness of breath. She went into the hospital last night. It appears to be the same thing that I went down there last year for. Some sort of blockage, possibly controllable with medication, although she may need a pacemaker. I’ll know more soon.
Incidentally, she has some visitors. You see, my cousins are down there, mainly to visit her and help her out – but to visit their own mother (Aunt Dot) as well, and some other friends. Why is this weird? These are my maternal cousins. But also my dad’s best friends. This is what happens when your parents meet as teenagers. I’m never quite sure what branch of the tree anyone really falls on.
I’m happy they are down there now, but I’m at a loss for what to do when they come home.