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August 2nd, 2009


The priest has administered the Last Rites to grandpa. Absolution. Anointment. Viaticum.

Every last one of his children, friends and grandchildren has visited him by now. Including my little brother. The last to visit him was my uncle, his youngest son, who flew home early from vacation. Grandpa actually managed to open his eyes a little to look at him. Uncle said "It's OK, dad. You don't have to fight anymore. Let go and rest."

It's all up to grandpa now how long he still wants to hold on. The food tube was not placed, there were too many risks of infection.

Mom's been put on 40 mg of Prednison, 8 times her old dosage. Still, she's glad and relieved she finally knows what's wrong with her. She's going to bring her doctor flowers and a bottle of good wine.


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  • 19 Apr 2013, 08:42
    Ooo, somehow I had missed this post (my fault for not checking LJ often anymore LOL)

    Great summary, it made me feel all happy and excited as well! :D I'll so have to do that one day heheh. Must be…
  • 17 Apr 2013, 14:58
    Respect hoor, echt super! (Misschien is de nacht van de vluchteling iets voor je?)

    Grappig - ik had geen idee dat er ook whatsappende studentjes meededen, alleen serieuze renners.
  • 6 Jun 2012, 22:11
    Best of luck with that. But best to man up and do it that risk losing more eyesight later. :/

    If you wanna go for a drink after that, lemme know.
  • 4 Jun 2012, 19:30
    I hear ya! The reason why I haven't even considered getting laser surgery to correct my eyesight is that the thought of having someone messing with my eyes and me not being completely knocked out…
  • 4 Jun 2012, 12:11
    It is a routine operation, but yeah, I understand the anxiety.
    The idea of people fucking around with my eyes, rgrjhrhajanklxk..
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