Supersized Sadness

Published: May 4, 2008, 3:20 pm

I’m not going to hide the fact that I’m extremely sad about my grandmother’s situation. Sure, she’s old. Sure, we should all expect grandparents to die. Sure, I’m lucky to have known her for this long. Sure and sure. However, all of that does not stop the overwhelming sadness. It’s not just the dying. It was the horrible bedside manner of the doctor. When my grandmother asked, “what are you going to do for me?” He replied, “not much.” Thanks, doc. That was good. In movies, the dying person says their loving last words and conveniently stops breathing. We said our loving last words nearly every night for a week. Everyone, including my grandmother, thought she would not make it until the next day. Then, my grandmother would ask, “when will I get out of here?” We did not know if she would rally one more time or not. After all this woman survived breast cancer about 40 years ago. Even two years ago, at age 100, she

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