But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them—yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me.
1 Cor. 15:11
Grandma Sullivan, my dad’s mother, was unresponsive on Friday morning when her caregivers tried to rouse her. Emergency personnel immediately rushed her to the hospital, where doctors immediately put her on “full code,” including intubation and going on a ventilator. Full code means the healthcare people do absolutely everything possible to keep her alive. Friday the doctors found a massive infection, which they treated with high doses of antibiotics. Yesterday evening, Grandma had perked up a little bit, woken up, was saying she wanted to eat something, and we figured she would eventually recover. Then in the middle of last night, Grandma’s breathing deteriorated to the point where she no longer took in enough oxygen to keep the carbon dioxide from building up too much. Because she was full code, they re-intubated her and pumped the oxygen back into her to keep her going.
By the morning, she was no longer breathing on her own. Mom and Dad kept her on the ventilator until they heard from my Uncle Greg, Dad’s brother, who said that he didn’t need to come up. Now, however, Grandma Sullivan is breathing on her own… but not enough to stay alive for any period of time. Basically, Grandma’s brain doesn’t tell her to keep breathing when she falls asleep. The difficulty is that Grandma, being schizophrenic, isn’t competent to decide for herself whether she wants them to keep her alive or not. She really doesn’t understand the repercussions of any decision she makes. Mom and Dad have to decide what to do for her. This is an awfully difficult decision.
For now, we’re just waiting. Waiting is so difficult.