Grandpa is still with us. It’s suprising, because he’s had less then 4 ozs of water in the last several days. But it just shows you how amazing the human spirit is.

Today my cousin called me and was riled up about how Grandpa wasn’t getting fluids. I listened to him. I empathized. And I realized that now I am ok with it.

When it all comes down to it, there are three people who making these decisions for my grandfather. My mother, my aunt and my Grandma. And no matter what I think, and possibly what different choices I would make with regards to his care, I have to be confident in one thing: That they love him and they are doing what they think is best.

I tried to help my cousin to see this. I don’t want this to tear my family apart. Each of us is following our own path in processing the “letting go” and it aint easy.

But these are the facts:

He’s suffering.
He’s no longer has much quality of life.
IV fluids would prolong the suffering.

The articles that gave me the most peace is this one on how fluid deprivation effects the terminally ill and this one on pain control.

I wrote my Grandmom a note tonight of support and letting her know how much I love them both. I told I was at peace with the knowledge that she knows Grandpa’s wishes the best. I am ok with it.

Or at least, I think I am.

Here’s my favorite picture of Dinara with my Grandfather. My grandfather was so supportive when we told him we were going to go to Kazakhstan and adopt two orphans. He, as always, believed in my choices. I am blessed to have had him in my life for so long.


Dinara loving Grandpa

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