Taxing Week

It's only Tuesday, but this has been a taxing week. It all started on Friday when Justin and I were set to leave for Stow. I was participating in the Alzheimer's Association Memory Walk at Blossom on Saturday, so we wanted to get there Friday night. The plan was to go up on Friday, walk on Saturday, spend time with friends on Saturday night, then go to Josh's birthday party on Sunday.

Thursday night, we went to visit Justin's parents and were told that Justin's grandfather wasn't doing well at all. Justin's mom was over at his assisted living facility when we got to their house, but she came home shortly before we left. She said that it was not good and they were considering bringing in a visiting hospice care. Upon hearing that we decided not to leave Milo with them over the weekend and asked if we could stay with my sister.

On Friday night, we packed up Milo and headed to Stow. It was really up in the air about going or not going. I volunteered to go by myself just for the walk and then come home, but Justin insisted we go together and spend the weekend. Unfotunatley come Saturday night, things has turned worse and his grandpa was running a fever. We decided to head home so that we could spend the day Sunday at the assisted living place.

We were able to visit with him on Sunday, but not much. He only woke up for short periods of time. He'd wake up for a few minutes, sometimes fully lucid other times still in a daze. When we was awake and lucid, he'd joke and talk to everyone. He knew who everyone was and called them by name.

On Monday the woman that works at the assisted living place had told Justin's mom that she thought it might be beneficial to see what other measures could be taken. She convinced Justin's mom that one more last ditch effort should be taken, so they took Justin's grandpa to Mt. Carmel East. There, they determined he had pnuemonia in his left lung. Justin left work early to go be with his mom and I headed over ther after work Monday. We didn't get home until after eight.

As of now, there is really no change. It's hard to say what's going on. I'm not sure if they hope to treat the pneumonia and then release him or if they just think that it's all just part of the end.

What I really don't understand is the lack of concern on anyone's part except Justin's mom, Justin, and myself. A few of Justin's cousins visited on Sunday and his aunt has helped somewhat, but other than that everything has fallen on Justin's mom. She has spent the night with him and basically been with him since Thursday. Justin's aunt is in and out while his uncle is taking his sweet time getting in from out of town. Maybe my family is weird, but when crisis occurs in our family, we gather around eachother. I expected Justin's parents' house to be crowded with concerned family, but it's not. I thought they would all gather at the hospital, but no one was there last night besides us. The most surprising of all is the lack of support for Justin's mom by his dad and his brother. I saw Aaron for maybe a half and hour on Sunday and haven't seen Justin's dad at all. Is it jsut that my family is too close and overreacts, or is this strange?