#yeahabigrant

How in the world am I supposed to feel when I come over with my brother, walk into a room and see that everything that was on a table was spilled on the ground?  When I confront my grandma and she starts to cry in shame and embarrassment about how she fell due to a nerve firing in her brain, and fell on the table and hit her face?  

How when all of a sudden I am the person between us that is trying to comfort and make her stop crying.  When about ten years ago it was flipped?

When my grandma is saying how she is scared to death that she may need brain surgery and would rather die than do so, when she was told nothing of her new drug prescription so all the vomiting and lightheadedness she was feeling she thought was from her breakfast?

What kind of fucking doctor is that?  Doesn't inform their patient, but just tells her to not stress?  What the actual fuck?

I'm fucking watching my own relative deteriorate before me, becoming some kind of nervous and afraid child as her body starts to fail her.  She lives in a home by herself and doesn't eat or sleep.  She is taking random pills and every time I call her she seems to be sick.