So On July 1st My Grandmother ( Nanna) Called. I Was On a Work Call So Muted The Call. As I Was Leaving Work My Phone Had Died.
I Finally Get My Phone Back and Have a Missed Call From My Nanna. I Call Back and She Informs Me She Is Having Difficulties Breathing, I Get To Her ASAP.
She Tests Positive For COVID-19 So I Call 111 For Advice As My Nanna Has COPD and Uses Oxygen Therapy and NIV at Home and Has Done Some Time.
Paramedics Take My Nanna To Local Hospital (I Can’t Go With Her, Which Is Heartbreaking As I’ve Always Supported Her To Hospital When Her COPD Has Had a Flare Up.
I Call The Next Day To Find Out My Nanna Has a Pneumothorax (Collapsed Lung) and Is about To Have a Drain Inserted To Relieve The Pressure.
She Goes Onto a Respiratory Ward and Is Being Cared For In There. X-Rays Repeated Daily To Review The Pneumothorax, She No Longer Requires Her NIV To Breathe But She Can’t Use at When Required (To Expel C02 From Her Blood) As This Could Make Things Worse.
I’m In and Out of The Hospital Daily To Drop Things Off For Her, Can’t Visit Due To COVID. She Tests Negative On Day 6 and 7 So I Can Visit. I Was Relieved To See Her On Friday!! I Visited On The Saturday and Sunday.
Hospital Call Me On The Monday To Inform Me She’s “Medically Fit” For Discharge. I Disputed This But Hey, My Nanna Wanted To Come Home.
I Get Her Home, Settle Her For The Evening Before Leaving To Head Home. 10.45pm That Night She Pressed The ICE Button On Her Phone and It Dials Through To Me. Long Story Short, I Have No Choice But To Call and Ambulance.
Tuesday I Called Consistently Throughout The Day For Updates and Was Informed She Was Fine. Earlier Hours of Wednesday Morning, I Receive Call Asking For The Family To Come To Hospital. We Were Informed That The C02 In Her Blood Had Became Too Much As She Wasn’t Able To Expel It Independently and Had Became Unresponsive.
I Stayed With My Nanna at Her Bedside, Begging Her Not To Go Until She Took Her Last Breath.
I am Totally Lost/Broken, I Want Her Back, She Was My Life, Even Though I’m 28, My Nanna and I Were Also So Close, Speaking On The Phone Up To Four Times a Day, Seeing Each Other Weekly.
I Keep On Blaming Myself Daily, That I Neglected Her In Some Way. I’ve Spoken To/Seen Her at The Chapel of Rest Everyday.
Can Anyone Give Me Some Advice?