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I should be starting to pack for our trip to Pismo... and being excited about going.

Yet, I can't get excited, even though I truly want to go.

See, my grandfather still isn't doing too well.

Friday night around 1130pm, my mom got a call from the doctors at the hospital and told her that she should make her way down to the bay area (where they live) because they weren't sure if my grandpa would make it through the night.

He did... thankfully.

So the kids and I got into the car on Saturday morning and headed down there... I needed and wanted to see him.

My grandfather not only has a broken hip, but his kidney's are shutting down, he has a UTI, a bacterial infection in his intestines and has sepsis (an infection in the blood stream).

My grandpa is 88 years old... a True American Hero... someone who doesn't deserve this... we always thought he'd go out in a fiery crash or in his sleep.  We never thought he'd be in a hospital fighting for his life like this.

After having lunch with my parents, my brother and his fiance, and my grandmother, we went over to the hospital.  Thankfully the kids stayed behind... if I had a hard time seeing him in his condition, Rowan would have too... although she truly understands that her Grandpa Ben is sick... very sick.  She wanted to see him... but I'm now glad she didn't.

First of all, being in a hospital since Zachary's situation, it always brings back memories.  Seeing the equipment, understanding what the numbers mean and what not... takes me right back.

So not only did I get emotional from seeing my grandfather in his situation... I was remembering dealing with Zach's and got all emotional from that too.

My grandpa wasn't really responsive the first time I went into his room... I went next to his bed and said Hi Grandpa.  His eyes kinda flickered open but that was about it.  I told him that I loved him and then I broke down.  Of course, when my mom saw me like that, she broke down too... so I had to leave the room.

It took me a good 10 mins before I got up the strength to see him again...

I'm glad I went back in there though.  This time, he tried with all his might to communicate with me and everyone else.  I said Hi Grandpa again and this time he really opened his eyes... I grabbed his hand and told him if he could hear me, to squeeze it.  And he did :)  That made me cry of course... but I stayed next to him for a good 30 mins talking to him.

He tried to tell us that his mouth was hurting.  I think it is because he is dehydrated.  His tongue is swollen and has some sores on it.  They do this thing that swabs his mouth... and after us trying to get him to talk we finally figured out that he wanted something done about his mouth.

When we told him that we loved him, he tried to tell us that he loved us back... but it was too hard on him.  When I told him they were going to be moving him to isolation, he raised his eyebrows... he does this look where if he acts surprised, he raises his eyebrows.  It was good to see him doing something like that.

He just looks so old and fragile.  Granted, he is 88 years old... I know he is old.  Yet, it was extremely hard on us... on me... My grandpa is my hero... or shall I say one of them.

He made it through last night too...

I called my mom this morning to get an update- they are heading down there again- and his status hasn't changed.

His blood pressure is really low... 88/44... and he still sleeps most of the time.  I hope that when my mom gets to talk to the doctors he'll have some better news.

Please continue to keep him in your thoughts... It really means a lot to know you all care so much.

I guess I should start doing some stuff to get ready for our trip to Pismo- yes, we are still going... if anything major happens while we are gone, we'll be notified and I'll be heading there asap!!

We leave tomorrow morning... so you won't be seeing me for a while... it should be a good trip... if I can keep my mind of fun.  The weather is supposed to be pretty mild and only some showers on Tuesday.

I hope you all have a wonderful Sunday and a great week...

Hugs to all,
~Pickle Jenn~

(See Nae... told you I had you beat for worst days ever... lol)