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my great-grandmother, was eating sunday night, since, you know, that's what normal people do, eat. and she began to choke on something. my aunt, being a doctor tries to give her the hiemlich. doesn't work. call in the nurse (my g-grandma lives in a "home"). she performs the hiemlich again, doesn't work. call 911. tube down. at this point, she hadn't been breathing for about 10 minutes.

My great grandma, more affectionately known as Lola, is now in a hospital bed, on a life support machine. Most likely, she is brain dead. now various relatives (her children) are flying in from here or there. and other various relatives (the ones that live here) are constantly to and from the airport for pickup. we all congregate in teh ICU waiting room each night to debate the ultimate issue... plug vs. unplug.

and now, before you go making an ass out of yourself and say "well at least she was your great grandma and you couldn't have possibly known her that well." i did, ok? now, we weren't the best of friends, she wasn't my idol, she wasn't any sort of protector, gaurdian, or even a favortie. but yes, i did know her. i can remember every house she's lived in since i've been born. i remember all the food she cooked. all the things she told me. the languages she spoke. i remember toys and cakes and late san jose nights walking away from her apartment. the various collectible teeny things in her house, the religous pictures on her wall, when she became so senile she heard voices.

but i guess everyone has a time to die. and i guess there have been far greater sufferers than i. so who am i to complain? i'm not trying to complain, just trying to get this out of me i suppose. looking for some sort of solace in my own words.