Please Please Please Please PLease Pray ***UPDATE
My grandfather has been sick for awhile. He was in the hospital for a month last summer with heart and liver problems. He was very lucky to survive...we all thought it was the end (including the doctors)
They told us then that he needed a very risky heart procedure and he found out a month ago that they would not do the procedure.
Well, he hasn't been feeling well for the past week, but thought it was arthritis/a cold/ etc. Any excuse not to go to the doctor.
He started sleeping all day and saying that there's no hope...
This morning he was rushed to the hospital because he was throwing up blood (sorry to be graphic) . He was making jokes and in good spirits...but VERY sick.
So, my mom just updated me that they need to do procedures that require him to be put out (anesthesized) and they're not sure his heart can take it.
I think he needs a miracle.
I just keep thinking about how he was supposed to sing at my wedding (he missed his calling as a performer--the man belongs on a stage and has sang at my moms and her 4 sisters' weddings) and dance with me- this silly little dance he does...lol.
Anyway, I'm not unrealistically hoping...but would appreciate prayers no matter what happens.
Thanks for listening (reading?) girls.
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UPDATE:
So, I just went to the hospital for the first time since he was admitted on Tuesday to see my grandfather. They had to put some rubber bands around some of his veins to stop him from bleeding internally, and they want to do more in a few weeks.
My sister went on Tuesday night to see him and said that he was joking around and stuff, basically he looked sick, but was still acting like himself. So, I was not expecting what I just saw. He looked so horrible. He could barely keep his eyes open, he looks pale and worn out and he couldn't really talk. I've never seen him like this and it was sooo hard. My great uncle was there too, so I said hello to them asked how he was feeling then said I had to go to the bathroom because I couldn't stop the tears from coming. I only stayed like 5 minutes because I couldn't handle it. He was falling asleep anyway, but I feel so guilty now. Like, I couldn't give him more than 5 minutes of my time. I didn't want to stand there crying though.
My grandmother says that the anesthesia takes 3 days to wear off, but shouldn't he be feeling the effects less now than right after it happened.
This is breaking my heart...He HAS to get better....He just has to.
Praying for a miracle
BUMP
They told us then that he needed a very risky heart procedure and he found out a month ago that they would not do the procedure.
Well, he hasn't been feeling well for the past week, but thought it was arthritis/a cold/ etc. Any excuse not to go to the doctor.
He started sleeping all day and saying that there's no hope...
This morning he was rushed to the hospital because he was throwing up blood (sorry to be graphic) . He was making jokes and in good spirits...but VERY sick.
So, my mom just updated me that they need to do procedures that require him to be put out (anesthesized) and they're not sure his heart can take it.
I think he needs a miracle.
I just keep thinking about how he was supposed to sing at my wedding (he missed his calling as a performer--the man belongs on a stage and has sang at my moms and her 4 sisters' weddings) and dance with me- this silly little dance he does...lol.
Anyway, I'm not unrealistically hoping...but would appreciate prayers no matter what happens.
Thanks for listening (reading?) girls.
***************************************************
UPDATE:
So, I just went to the hospital for the first time since he was admitted on Tuesday to see my grandfather. They had to put some rubber bands around some of his veins to stop him from bleeding internally, and they want to do more in a few weeks.
My sister went on Tuesday night to see him and said that he was joking around and stuff, basically he looked sick, but was still acting like himself. So, I was not expecting what I just saw. He looked so horrible. He could barely keep his eyes open, he looks pale and worn out and he couldn't really talk. I've never seen him like this and it was sooo hard. My great uncle was there too, so I said hello to them asked how he was feeling then said I had to go to the bathroom because I couldn't stop the tears from coming. I only stayed like 5 minutes because I couldn't handle it. He was falling asleep anyway, but I feel so guilty now. Like, I couldn't give him more than 5 minutes of my time. I didn't want to stand there crying though.
My grandmother says that the anesthesia takes 3 days to wear off, but shouldn't he be feeling the effects less now than right after it happened.
This is breaking my heart...He HAS to get better....He just has to.
Praying for a miracle
BUMP