My Grandma Doris

So as many of you know I have this Grandma who really isn't mine. Follow along carefully. She is my Fathers brothers mother in law. That makes her my cousins Grandmother and not really any relation of mine. What happened is when my Grandma Reid (my Moms Mother) died they started inviting us to their family dinners once a month. It started to feel as if I had a Grandmother, my Grandma Reid had Alzheimer's in a very advanced stage while I was growing up. I remember visiting her in a nursing home and her funeral. My Grandma Andersen didn't like me, not an exaggeration, but a statement of fact. Many of you also know I along with my brother were adopted and that is the sole reason why she didn't like either one of us. She let me know it a couple of times. So along comes Doris, my Grandma Doris, she loves me she comes to all of my functions growing up and all that wonderful stuff that you get your Grandparents to be part of. She had heart surgery to replace a leaky valve and then had to have a follow up surgery to replace the replacement because that one started leaking as well. The second surgery was the beginning of the end I'm afraid. She never fully recovered from that and then her lung started to fill with liquid and twice she has had to have it drained. A procedure that I do not wish on anyone. From that she slipped a little further and little by little her strength went. Over this Christmas holiday she got really sick and ended up in the hospital again. We went to go see her and it was all she could do to talk to us with out giving herself away. She herself told my Mother that she feels she is lower than a snakes belly and I really don't know how to take that statement. She left the hospital yesterday to put in a 20 day stint at a rehabilitation care center. Then when those 20 days are over she is being forced to reside with her son and his family. They are meeting today to clean her house out as if she is already dead and buried. It hurts my heart to know that all they care about is who gets what instead of reflecting on what an amazing woman she STILL is and the fun times they shared. I refuse to let them get me down. I am going to see her in the rehab home in just a little while and to be honest I am terrified as to what I may see. My Mother and my Aunt Susie both agree that she at best has 6 months left, and that makes me sad. I am still not completely over a few deaths and am still mourning some and to add another to that pile is not something I want to deal with at the moment. So here then is what I am going to do, I am going to go visit my Grandma Doris and tell her all the wonderful things her Great Grandson has been up to and I am going to take things one day at a time and cherish the time that I do have with my family. That my friends sounds like a plan.