This is probably going to be my most depressing blog post ever, but I figure I should let everyone out there know what's going on. Last week my Nanny had a mini stroke and fell and broke her hip. For anyone who isn't caught up, my Nanny has a terminal form of cancer, Altzhiemers, and dementia. She isn't exactly the healthiest person in the world. Since her cancer is terminal it is too much of a risk to go for surgery and fix/replace her hip. Since then my parents, aunts and uncle have been taking turns spending every moment with her, she's never left alone. She's been getting progressively worse. She refuses to drink anything, and will only eat small meals and ice cream. Her mind is progressively getting younger, now I'd say she's probably around the mind-set of a three year old. However, anything to do with religion, and she's all for it, she'll listen to the pastor, and sing church songs with my mom. Funny how religion is so strong.

She's been in a lot of pain the past couple hours, and we don't think she's going to make it much longer.
Allthough I love her to death, I havn't gone to see her. I visited both my grandfathers in the hospital before they died, and I hate remembering them like that, and I don't want to remember her like that, it's bad enough that I have to remember her the way she was at my graduation. She was moved to pallative care yesterday.

I love you nanny.

-Cassy