It's funny how I was talking an entry or two back about how I felt like I was missing something huge at home, while I was in England.
Turns out I was. My grandma is in the ICU at the University hospital, and has been for a week now. She has opened her eyes once in that time (and for ME, nonetheless). My family has been a wreck, and I just came back for a week to see how she was doing. This very optimistic part of me was hoping that she would be awake and starting to recover when I got here. Needless to say, she's not.
The doctors aren't too worried about it though - she had two major surgeries (one to remove part of her stomach after it ruptured, and another to clean out all the acid after to prevent infection) and A LOT of medication, and it takes your body a long time to deal with that when you're older.
I still wish she would wake up. My Grandpa is really impatient with her progress, and only really focuses on the negative aspects of her recovery. It's making me angry because I'm a firm believer in the 'positive thinking can = positive results' point of view (even if it doesn' t always work. I still think it helps) and I just want to yell at him. Negative thinking isn't going to help Grandma get better or help you deal with it. Positive thinking will. Oy. I don't know. I think it's just stressful and tiring and the jet lag is definitely getting to me now. I'm so sleepy- maybe because my body thinks that it's 10:30 at night.

But, the family is coming up from Calgary this weekend for Thanksgiving and more Grandma visiting - hopefully she'll be awake by then.

Pray for us. Or whatever it is you do when you're having trouble.