Posted by Blue Momma / 7:58 PM /
My Grandmother is 90 years old. She has led a long, full, but not so easy life. She came from a large family and as the oldest girl had to quit school when she was in the 6th grade to work and help take care of the younger children. She married my Grandfather just before WWII. My mother was born while he was overseas and my Granny managed at home alone, saving every penny to start their new life after the war.
When Granddaddy came home, to Granny's surprise, he chose to be a farmer. Not an easy life. Certainly not an easy life for a small time farmer in small town Alabama. But they got by. She never drove a car. She worked on their farm, then worked from time to time outside the home while raising my mother with very little. My mother was in 7th grade when they purchased their first truck, which they still had when I was in 7th grade.
Granny had her first broken bone when she was kicked by a cow - yes, kicked by a cow. Shortly after my Grandfather died of pancreatic cancer my Granny went to the doctor. She was admitted directly to the hospital with a lemon sized cancer in her breast. With in a couple of years she had both cancerous breasts removed. This was in the late 70's when treatments were much less refined and precise than they are today. She suffered a burned lung during these treatments.
She has had a hip replacement and a shoulder replacement. These are along with arthritis and all of the other ailments old age brings. But she still lives alone and takes care of most of her own needs. She rides her power wheelchair to the grocery store (it's close by!) and does her own cooking. She keeps her apartment clean and her things in order
She also loves me more than anything. And she worships my Punkin'. Just worships him. And he loves her, too. He's such a rough and tumble boy, but he's so gentle with her. My family relationships have always been a bit tumultuous, but not with Granny. I always knew where she stood and that was firmly behind me. I haven't always felt that I came first with many people, but I know I did/do with her.
My Granny fell and broke her ankle in late July. At 90 the healing process is slow, but she has been getting better. However, last week she developed a staph infection in the broken ankle and has had to be readmitted to the hospital She is having an adverse reaction to the hardware the doctor's used to put her ankle back together. They have removed part of it, but if it is all removed her ankle will be pretty much useless and she'll more than likely be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
All of this has Granny pretty depressed. We are worried that she is just giving up. Just today the doctors put her on a catheter due to decreased kidney function. She isn't eating much due to some of the medicine she's on and we suspect partly due to her mood. She misses seeing her friends and going to the senior citizens center each morning. She misses going to church and getting to see her grandchildren. She feels a little forgotten I think.
I want to ask you all a favor. If you have the time and would like to make a nice old lady feel a little better and a little loved, could you send her a card? A postcard? A note? It would mean so much to her and to me. I just don't know what I'll do if she doesn't get better. If you could wish her well and tell her you're thinking about her, tell her you're praying, sending good vibes, talking to the goddess - whatever it is that you do - for her, I would be so grateful.
She doesn't know what a blog is and wouldn't understand if I told her, but you can just say you're a friend of Christi and that'll be enough for her. If any of you read this and wouldn't mind linking to this post, well, I'd just love you forever! And so would my sweet old Granny.
She can receive mail at:
St. Vincent's Hospital
810 St. Vincent Drive, Room 529S
Birmingham, AL 35205
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