A review from Amazon.com: The Adventures of New Grandma is a bittersweet story of life--told with love and sensitivity. An uplifting tale of inclusion, love for one's mother, and family bonds. The Adventures of New Grandma is an inspiring story. I loved it. ***** (Callie Neyer)
Excerpt: The Blackened Toes Incident
Marilyn was admitted to the hospital for a surgical procedure to correct her vascular condition. While in recovery she was tethered to a machine which monitored her vital signs. A saline drip was inserted into the back of her hand and oxygen tubes dangled from her nose. Hannah sat in the room reading an old issue of Good Housekeeping.
Marilyn had been resting comfortable in the twilight state between sleep and consciousness. Occasionally the monitoring device would beep, or hiss, and every time it did, the old lady would sit up, reach for the television zapper and put it to her ear.
"Hello. Hello, is anybody there? I can't hear you. Please speak louder."
"Mrs. Miller," the attending nurse said, "nobody is calling you. That's the control unit for the television. It's not a telephone."
"Yes, Mom," Hannah said, putting down her magazine. "It's not a telephone."
"But it's ringing. I can hear it." Marilyn was adamant. "My toes are blackened and someone keeps calling me." After receiving several telephone calls, Marilyn finally relaxed and fell back to sleep.
She must have been dreaming about having dinner in town because suddenly she sat bolt upright and began to pull the IV tubes out of her hand.
"I have to leave. I need to get out of this place," she said.
Hannah was alarmed and called for the assistance of the nurse who returned to the room and said," Mrs. Miller, you must not do that." She tried to restrain Marilyn.
"I'm going to the Red Lobster," Marilyn said. "My daughter is taking me."
"Mrs. Miller, you're in the hospital and are a little loopy. It's the medication. You need to rest now. Later you can go to the restaurant." She gently pushed Marilyn on her back and began to attach the tubes again. Hannah returned to her chair.
But Marilyn was agitated. She began to thrash around, swinging her arms in all directions. "Did you call the police on me?" She screamed at the nurse. "Are they coming to get me?"
"No, Mrs. Miller. Nobody called the police. You're quite safe here. You need to rest."
Marilyn tried to sit up again, but she was so frail the nurse easily held her down. Then the nurse called for assistance and a male nurse entered the room.
"Oh, so you're the police," Marilyn proclaimed. "Are you coming to take me away?"
"No, ma'am" the man replied. "I'm a nurse, too. There are no police here. Nobody is going to take you anywhere. You're in the hospital and you're a little confused. You need sleep."
"I don't want to sleep! I just woke up, damn it. Besides, I have blackened toes. How can I sleep with a police record? Don't you know a police record can follow you throughout your life?"
"Nobody is going to have a police record. Just try to relax. Your toes will return to normal. They are only bruised. Your daughter is here with you now and she says she will stay with you."
Marilyn's eyes darted around the room until she focused on Hannah. "Hi Mom," Hannah said. Then she waved. "I'm right over here." Marilyn stopped thrashing and seemed momentarily relieved. Then she smiled.
"Are we going to the Red Lobster now?" she asked.
"Not now, Mom. We will go later. Listen to the nurses now and try to get some sleep Maybe tomorrow, or the next day we can go."
"Why does everybody keep telling me to sleep? I just woke up. I want to go to the Red Lobster and have blackened toes."
"You mean blackened catfish?"
"No, not catfish. you know what I mean... Hannah, wrapped in bacon."
"Shrimp! I think you might mean shrimp, Mom."
"Yes. Wasn't that what I said? I want shrimp, wrapped in bacon. It tastes so good."
"Yes, Mom, I think it's the bacon that gives it flavor. I'll tell you what; as soon as you're discharged we will go to the Red Lobster and you can get shrimp."
"In bacon, Hannah. I don't want shrimp unless it's wrapped in bacon. It has to have bacon."
"yes, Mom, I promise. Shrimp in bacon."