Last Wednesday, I went to the Doctor and he told me I have asthma.
I went to my friend Donelle's birthday slumber party last night. I couldn't stay and sleep over because I'm on a new medication due to the asthma I now have. We played the games, Ask Zander and Dream Phone.
We have had Patches for a month now. She is a good cat and she sleeps on my bed every night. We have been cleaning out Grandma's house, getting it ready to sell. So far, we have had three offers.
This semester, I am taking TLC, Math, Utah Studies, Life Science, English, Reading, and Music.
Saturday, January 28, 1995
Sunday, January 1, 1995
On December 14th, we went to Grandma Cleone's house because she wasn't feeling very well. When I was helping her get dressed, I noticed her right leg was purple from the knee to the ankle. We took her to the hospital. She had no circulation in her leg, which surgery did not help. They wanted to amputate her leg and Mom had to make the decision. The doctors believed her leg would turn black and die, sending poison throughout her body, killing her. Mom prayed about it and decided Grandma would hate her if they took her leg.
After her second surgery, she began having heart failure and her stomach was bloated, like she was pregnant. They had to put a valve into her, to get her colon to drain. Then they thought she was going to be okay, which lasted a week. Her leg's coloring returned to normal. The doctor couldn't figure how the blood was getting down to her foot, but Mom knew it was an answer to her prayer. Her leg was no longer a problem.
The doctors started giving her all kinds of medication to help her, but overloaded her system. Her lungs filled up with liquid. They kept calling us, telling us she wasn't going make it through the night because she wasn't getting any air. Her heart and kidneys started going into failure. She had nothing to eat, just ice chips, the two weeks she was in the hospital. Her throat was so dry, she couldn't talk.
Mom and her siblings fasted and prayed that she would heal or go to Heaven. Her brother prayed that she would be able to talk to us one more time. On December 29th, all of the siblings were able to go to the hospital and she was able to talk to them. When everyone was leaving, she wouldn't let go of their hands, knowing she was going to die. She told Mom several times to go get her late husband, who she swore was walking the halls. The nurse told Mom, she wanted to go live with her Heavenly Father.
On December 30th, she slipped into a coma.
On December 31st, we went and visited her. I gave her a kiss on her cheek when I left. She passed away in the hospital at 11:50 pm, She almost made it to the new year. Mom and Dad went to the morgue to identify the body. As they were returning home, Mom was crying and asking, "Why did she have to die?" and Dad replied, "You prayed that she wouldn't suffer anymore." Mom replied, "Yeah I did, but I lied. I didn't want her to die."
She was very special to me. I will always love her. Her funeral is going to be on January 6th. Mom took us to her house and we met Elaine there this morning and made phone calls to her siblings and friends and to arrange the funeral. We will be taking care of her cat, Patches, that we got her after my grandpa died two years ago.