Our eldest son and his family arrived last night, complete with takeaway. After we had eaten I had to give C a drink but he was very tired so it had to go through the PEG. The boys came into C's room, our grandson 4 and J, our foster grandson 6. The conversation went like this.
boys, . What are you doing Nanna B
Me. Feeding grandad through a tube in his tummy.
boys. How is it going through a tube in his tummy
I explained how they have a tube going from their throat to their tummy that their food goes down but grandad's didn't work properly so the doctor gave him a different tube. They wanted to see where it went in so I showed them, asking C if it was ok to do so first.
J. When is grandad going to die ?
Me. Not yet, none of us know when we are going to die
J. My brother died and he was 14 ?
Me. That's sad but we aren't going to die yet
J. Who will look after you when you get like grandad ?
Me. I don't think I'll get like grandad because he has an unusual illness.
J. Don't worry Nanna B cos if you do get like grandad, I'll look after you.
It brought a lump to my throat as although I've spoken to him on the phone, it's only the second time I've met him.
Our grandson then added, I'll look after you as well Nanna B.
That's my old age sorted.....