As of yesterday grandpop was breathing on his own and could speak again. He’s a little groggy, but was fully aware of his surroundings and all of us present. He’s still in some dire straights, but finally there is hope.
We owe it to a nurse who spoke up and told us she was liable to get in trouble for it. Literally a guardian angel. If she didn’t step in when she did, Monday morning, grandpop wouldn’t be here right now. Richelle wants me to post a summary of what occurred, and I will once we collect our thoughts.
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
P.S.: For all those that are afraid to speak up in the face of authority or the supposedly more qualified – find your voice and make your stand. You just may save a life.