It Gets Worse

Today has been a month since Pop died. I still can't believe it most of the time. It doesn't really seem real...

My grandmother, Pop's wife, is back in the hospital. In June, she fell and broke her elbow, which resulted in an elbow replacement. It became infected, and she had 4 surgeries after it.

On Wednesday night, my aunt and I took her to urgent care because she was having heart palpitations, and we just wanted to have her checked out to be safe. It turned out that her kidneys weren't really functioning well, so they decided to admit her to the hospital. Her elbow had been red and warm to the touch that day, and she was in a lot of pain. My mom had them check her elbow at the hospital yesterday, and they did an x-ray. They found that there is, once again, something wrong with her elbow. There is either a loosening of the hardware or another infection. They were going to consult the surgeon that did all the operations to see how to proceed.

She's having another operation tomorrow.

After the last set of surgeries, at her first consultation, he told her that, when they were going in to clean the infection, he had to take muscle out. He said that she wouldn't have had any use of her arm if he had taken anymore out. If he has to take more out tomorrow...

There's just too much going on right now. I'm so stressed and depressed...