A bit of hope

I have been avoiding my Grandma's subject for a while. Yes, I know, I am in denial, just not trying to suffer.

During my last visit to Brazil, I found my Grandmother bedridden and not moving much. She had had 2 seizures a month before (triggered by blood pressure spikes). Those were scary times, but nobody prepared me to see her like that. It was quite a shock to me. But I put on a brave face and pretended everything was okay.

She was not doing well at all. She had always been the happiest person ever, always in a good mood, cracking jokes. But she was just there, lying quietly. Every time someone tried to move her, or sit her up, her blood pressure would spike again.

The day we left, I wept silently in the car, thinking that was the last time I was ever going to see my Grandma alive.

Today, out of the blue, my aunt called my Mom (who's here) and said Grandma wanted to speak to her. Plus she said Grandma had been standing in the bedroom today, with the help of the physical therapist, and even attempted a couple of steps. In which Grandma yells in the background: "that's a lie!" and everybody starts to laugh (my Grandma is the queen of deadpan humor, she would give Steve Carrell a run for his money).

Mom said she hates when people tell on her, especially if she's making progress. She doesn't think that's considered walking, since she didn't go anywhere, like the bakery or the grocery store.

So, in a nutshell, I'm happy! I feel good, and hope I can see my Grandma once again.