Over the past 96 hours or so, my Grandma's been through some bad stuff, and my family and I have had one hell of an ordeal. Firstly, she was in the hospital because (from what I've heard from my parents and my uncles) someone who works in the nursing home forgot to do something for her (can't remember what). Well, the family realized that the nursing home Grandma was in wasn't necessarily a good idea, so everyone helped her move to another nursing home, this one in Fairfield (closer to where I live in Dublin). Unfortunately, there was something one of the people working at the nursing home forgot to do (something about her blood sugar being too low), and Grandma was sent to the hospital. Now I figured that, knowing her, she'd pull through (she survived three heart attacks, how's that for toughness?). Well, we got some bad news that she took a turn for the worse (so my mom went to stay with her and my uncles). Apparently, the heart attacks my grandma's been through had a negative effect on the rest of her system, and from what the "hospitalist" said, if they don't do anything, she would die in two to three months. They didn't want to crack her chest open, given how old she is, and she wouldn't survive the surgery. Of course, the only action they could do was to have a gall bladder surgery on her so her system could start working again. The doctor said that she might not survive, but my dad pretty much said what I would say if I were there: The doctor's only saying that to cover his own ass. So everyone reluctantly decided to go with the surgery. Everyone in my family was praying that she'd make it. I don't know what I would do without my grandma. She's the sweetest lady you'll ever meet. She's full of wisdom and knowledge, and somewhat stubborn, too (apparently me and my mother inherited this gene from her, in my theory). That stubbornness is what drives her to keep living. Well, I got a text from my mom today at around 4, and she said that the surgery was a success and my Grandma's gonna be fine. I never felt so relieved in my entire life. I've lost three grandparents (both on my father's side, my grandfather on my mother's side), and three cats (Boo, who belonged to my grandma, Bootsy, who ran away after my brother got himself a dog and named her Anna, and Rusty, who died from intestinal infection back on July 23rd, 2006). I was afraid that I would lose my last grandparent. I am so thankful that she's alive and thats she's gonna pull through.