Ryans grandma (dads) is in the hospital. Left work early Thursday to go see her. She's in bad shape. It was really sad. Myself I don't know her but twice but I held her hand and rubbed it. I felt like I know her, maybe just reminds me of my grandpa.
Came to find out tonight that she has no taste, hasn't for like 2 years or so.
Now that she's sick she really doesn't eat. Since it's been gone she'd literally eat as a survival. Now that she's giving up, "ready to go to heaven" as she officially said- she cut eating off all together.
Now.. To turn this. If she can eat as a strictly survival tool, why can't I? Why do I insist on eating for no good reasons.
I'll chat more about my feelings on her being so cool with dying. It really creeps me out, maybe it comes with old age.
Moral of the story, maybe fasting for survival would be easier of I couldn't taste?
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