Because she is so much older than my dad, I thought of her as more as a second grandma. She was always cheerful, but in the last few years, she has become angrier and probably more depressed. She is probably no more than five feet tall and has been large for as long as I can remember. I wouldn't be surprised if she is in the 300 to 400 pound range.
Anyway, back to the hospital. I'm not really sure why she ended up there in the first place. My dad thought that she had pneumonia, but one of my cousins mentioned a fall. Maybe she was sick and then fell? Regardless, she has been laid up for so long in the hospital bed that she has lost muscle tone. She now has to live in a nursing home to get the physical therapy that she needs. So far, it is not going well, and she has decided that it is too difficult to regain her muscle tone and walk again.
My aunt made the decision to give up and her health is continuing to decline. I get mad that she could just give up. I know it can't be easy at 70-something-years old. I can't help but look at her and wonder if this is my future if I continue on this path. Even though I'm half a foot taller than her, I don't weigh much less than her.
