Old Grandma Hardcore

This blog is the chronicle of my experiences with Grandma, the video-game playing queen of her age-bracket and weight class. She will beat any PS2, XBox, GameCube, etc., console game put in front of her, just like she always has. These are her stories. She is absolutely real. She lives in Cleveland.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

And the fun just keeps coming!

Grandma and I haven't posted anything in a little while. It's only fair that you folks know why.

The short of it is this:

Grandma has been in and out of the hospital since just after the holidays. Her back pain got to the point where something had to be done. She's been to several specialists to see if anything could be diagnosed, let alone treated. The medication wasn't helping, so under the advice of her doctors, the nerves around her spine were jabbed and selectively electrocuted to death to alleviate the discomfort. Before the second series of shots could be administered, her now familiar chest pain became unbearable, and she was taken to the emergency room. After a series of tests and a heart catheterization, it was determined that the endless fucking around with stress tests and routine EKGs at her previous hospital over the past four years had failed to uncover the now 80% blockage that threatened to give her a massive heart attack.

She would need open heart surgery.

Let's back up:

Grandma's back problems are nothing new to you guys; you'll remember that due to osteoporosis, a George Foreman rotisserie grill and a particularly steep staircase, Grandma went through a bone-fusion operation that made her rock a cane at E3 2006. There are other factors that we didn't fully understand until very recently, mostly dealing with possible nerve damage as a result of knee-replacement surgery.

She had switched doctors from Robinson in Ravenna to a family doctor here in Mantua affiliated with the University Hospitals of Cleveland system. It's a much shorter drive and she likes the man. He referred her to a pain management specialist in Beachwood. He was somewhere else, so she met with a different guy and let's just say they "didn't get along."

Okay: Grandma has this card she carries with her; a laminated piece of paper with a typed list of all of her allergies to medications. Only they aren't allergies- well, not most of them anyway. A long time ago a receptionist somewhere at someplace we don't even remember typed it up from the information in her file so it would be easier for her to fill out forms. The bulk of the list comprises of sensitivities she has to medications taken orally- the pills make her stomach uneasy and nauseous. Taken intravenously, it ain't no thang. It's the pill form she can't handle.

Well this guy didn't have time for that explanation. He spoke in that unfortunate medical habit of treating older folks like children; yelling his questions in frustration and rolling his eyes when she stumbles the answer. Honestly, I think by the end of it she just wanted to fucking punch the dude. His accent didn't help, either. He sounded like Ricky Ricardo if Ricky Ricardo freebased cocaine.

Her doctor referred her to someone else. A much nicer guy. But he was a surgeon, and didn't recommend surgery. She would either have to go back to the asshole, or find someone else who was particularly good at the asshole's craft.

She found someone else.

We drove to the surgical center in the middle of a goddamn lake-effect blizzard. The first procedure was purely diagnostic. She had to lay on her stomach, awake, as they prodded different nerves to map the worst of the pain. The next week, Lake Erie decided to shit out another foot of snow on Rt. 271 and yet we still managed to get there early. Too early. Nobody else was there yet. This procedure was much longer, as they carefully either destroyed or deadened the nerves that seemed to only have one purpose: causing Grandma pain. When it was over, the doctor told us "okay! Next week, we'll do the other side!" Grandma groaned.

Before each procedure, Grandma has to stop taking her blood thinners for five days, then drive the night before the surgery for a blood test that makes sure she isn't going to bleed to death or get paralyzed. The constant roller-coaster of on again/off again Coumadin levels were pissing her off. She couldn't eat or drink anything for twelve hours before surgery, so they scheduled them early in the morning for convenience, which meant that if mother nature didn't destroy us, rush hour could always have a shot too. Before the second surgery, the waiting room didn't fill up as fast as usual, because people were calling off their own surgeries. From hospital beds. From getting in car accidents.

The only thing she had to look forward to was the first cup of coffee after surgery, when I would drive her to Solon to Panera Bread. The second surgery was the day after Obama's inauguration, so we bought a few Plain Dealers for souvenirs while we ate our bagels, drank our coffee and talked politics before the drive back home.

Last week, when Grandma got out of bed, her chest pounded with pain. It was a bad one. Mom drove her to the emergency room. Common or not, you don't fuck around with chest pain. I was used to this; I've driven her there before for the same reasons many times. But we had always gone to Robinson in Ravenna. This time she went to UH Geauga, which is just as far- just in the other direction. I expected the same drill. She gets hurried back to a bed, they place a heart monitor on her right away, do a chest xray, possibly an MRI, wait to see what happens, she gets better, they schedule a stress test and send her home.

But not this time.

Mom came back to the house alone. They were admitting Grandma to keep her overnight for observation and further testing.

That night, I drove up to see her. The 'further testing' was a heart catheterization, and we worried about her Coumadin levels. They were too high for such a thing. She could've bled to death if they went too soon. They waited another day.

The morning of the procedure, I drove up early so I could see her before she went in. It helps when you know people are waiting just outside to find out the results, so we had other family coming as well. It was scheduled for 1:00pm, I got there at 11:00am. She wasn't in her bed. They had already started. I gave my name at the information desk and told them where I would be sitting so the surgeon could speak to me when it was done. If you're unfamiliar with such a thing, a heart catheterization is when they stick a tiny camera on a wire and push it through your veins, usually from the leg, up into your heart and look around for a bit. If something is clogged a little, they can place ...things inside the vein or artery to keep it open. It isn't pleasant to think about.

The surgeon met me in the waiting room. It was bad news. She had 40% blockage when she had a similar procedure done in 2005. It was now at least 80%. They couldn't do anything there without damaging the heart. She would need bypass surgery. They would transport her to the hospital downtown tonight or possibly over the weekend. The surgery would probably be Monday. Did I have any questions.

I didn't know what to ask.

In retrospect, I should have simply asked "what are the questions I should ask?" but I wasn't very quick on the draw after being hit with it. I could only revert to what I really wanted to know.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"What kind of risks are there for something like this?"
"Will this take care of the pain as well?"
"Will she be alright?"

I should have asked about recovery times. I should have asked what kind of bypass surgery would be done. I should have asked about where the blockage was, whether there was a problem with the valves, which surgeon would be performing the surgery, if we needed a second opinion, what her options were, etc.,..

All I could ask is whether or not she would be okay.

Which is fine, I suppose, but it's a bullshit question for a surgeon. What's he going to say, "no, she will never be able to love again, you twit."?

But I was the only one there to ask the questions at the moment. And there I was feeling sorry for myself because I was alone dealing with this when Grandma was laying flat on the bed in a hallway somewhere trying to come to terms with how close she came...

I called Mom and everyone else I could. Other family started showing up, expecting to see her before the procedure that was already done. After a lot of anxious waiting, I finally got to see her. She was petrified.

And who wouldn't be! A heart cath is one thing, even with the blood thinners at the levels she had, but bypass surgery is no fucking joke. They cut you from your neck to your stomach, saw open your ribcage, crack that shit apart like a motherfucking lobster shell and poke around your goddamn heart while you're on life support.

"I don't know if I want to do this" she said, obviously scared out of her mind.
"Yeah, but you have to. This is serious shit," I told her, like I knew anything about what had to be done.

The next few days were a mess. We were taking care of things at the house and trying to stagger schedules so we all had time to go see her downtown. The kids took care of the dog, who would only sleep at night if Grandma was next to him in her bed. I'm not even kidding, that dog is nuts- every night when Grandma goes to sleep, she just.. looks at the dog, and he goes running next to her to be with her in her room. If someone doesn't mimic this routine every night, he shits all over the goddamn house in confusion. I picked up a book for her to read in the hospital, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. (We have a dark sense of humor.)

Unlike the week before, we were ALL there the morning of her surgery. We were there as they wheeled her back to prep and just before they began anesthesia.

It was a long day.

University Hospitals has this terrifying beeper system during major surgeries like this where the family sits out in the waiting area and one person has a pager. One of the nurses in the operating theater gives updates to the desk outside, who pages us with new information. Surrounding the waiting area are these little 'consultation rooms' with heavy doors. You can imagine what sort of news is given in those places.

The pager intrigued me in these, the post-Twitter days.

I imagined some resident clumsily typing on an iPhone as the surgery progressed.

SexxxyManNurse12: ok, knoking her out now...
SexxxyManNurse12: peple luk so stupid when we knok them out
SexxxyManNurse12: iodine stains everything. jesus
SexxxyManNurse12: ok, cutting now...
SexxxyManNurse12: oh shit.
SexxxyManNurse12: oh SHIT. there's BLOOD EVERYWHERE. OH FUCK.
SexxxyManNurse12: Okay, stopped the bleeding. j/k, still bleeding
SexxxyManNurse12: vacuums r so cool. I wonder where all this stuff goes.
SexxxyManNurse12: ok, cutting ribcage now
SexxxyManNurse12: omg that smells so bad
SexxxyManNurse12: surgon got bone dust all over him
SexxxyManNurse12: lol

Sadly, it wasn't that fun. Our updates were limited to "they are starting surgery now", "they are starting the bypass now", and "they are finished with the surgery, everything's fine, someone will be out to speak with you in a moment."

The surgeon was in a happy mood and pleased with the result of the surgery. That was good enough for me at this point.

We waited a while longer while they wheeled her up to ICU. She was still unconscious and still had the breathing tube and all manner of drainage tubes and IVs stuck in her neck, chest, stomach and arm. She looked rather silly, but I thought taking a camera into the ICU was probably a bad idea.

When she finally woke up, she was still pretty stoned from the drugs. She fought the breathing tube (everyone does, from what I understand) but was out of it enough that I hope she doesn't remember that particular horror.

When I spoke with her the next day, she was in a lot of pain. She now sports a gnarly looking scar down the center of her chest. She has to stay mobile and eat, but her appetite is non existent and finding help to get out of bed so she can walk has been difficult lately. Her heart has had periods of fibulation since the surgery that make her feel dizzy and weak, and as of yet I don't know what that means or if it's normal.

If everything goes as planned and she can kick her own ass into gear, she'll be home tomorrow. If not, she might be in for a few more days.

Either way, it's going to suck for a couple weeks.

On a positive note, if I understand the surgery correctly- Grandma is now technically a zombie. She is now counted among the legions of the 50+ demographic of The Undead. It should give her a unique perspective of Resident Evil 5.


On January 12th, I was laid off from my job. I am no longer a photographer, nor am I a journalist. I'm ex-media. In a hand delivered letter from the general manager, my editor and the publisher of the newspaper, I was told that the state of the economy has been particularly hard on us all, and the job cuts were inevitable. Even though we all saw it coming on some quiet, subconscious level, it particularly hurt to come, of all times, now. I miss it already. I had built so many professional relationships with all the people I photographed, during the good times and the bad, that being laid off from the newspaper feels like I've been fired from the entire county. I see these people everywhere and I just.. don't know what to say.

Finding work, ANY work, has been tougher than I thought. Even WalMart isn't hiring.

I still have this persistent (and perhaps pathetic) hope that maybe things will get better and they'll ask me to come back.

I don't know.

Normally, after all this, gaming would be a natural stress reliever- but there isn't really much out there right now. Not yet. Grandma is looking forward to some games, I'm looking forward to some games, but all we can do is look forward. When she had a little extra cash, she went to the store, several times, looking for something, anything to play- but nothing really interests her at the moment. She's just waiting for Killzone 2, Resident Evil 5, Fatal Frame 4, Final Fantasy XIII, God of War III, etc.,.. She's waiting for the good stuff.

Until then, we've become addicted to utilizing the Xbox 360's streaming Netflix feature. She bought herself a bigger hard drive after the trusty ol' 20GB finally filled up. Evan sent her a transfer cord and the rest was easy.

It's been nothing but movies and older games for the past few weeks while Grandma marches back and forth between trips to the hospital and I keep sending out resumes.

Around here, the fun never stops.

Still, even as I write this, I don't need to tell you that things could be a LOT worse.

Game on!


  • At 5:07 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    keep on fighting, oghc! wishing you well, and smart doctors, and great health insurance. tim, i hope you find a job that fulfills you and pays well, but right now, i know you just hope to find any job.

    does oghc do any ds? has she looked at lego indiana jones or lego batman? i am a poor gamer, with two small cute distractions to keep me busy, and they are about all i can handle right now. probably way below her level, but you might want to check them out...

    game on.

  • At 5:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    all the very best to you and grandma. i have been amazed over the years at how my now 95 yr old grandpa bounces back from terribly grave health situations. we know grandma's a fighter. thinking of you all.

  • At 5:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Keep on trucking, both of you! I hope things start to get better very soon.

    In the meantime, though, has Grandma played Left 4 Dead? That game is freaking awesome, and since it features zombies she can feel right at home. :P

  • At 5:35 PM, Blogger Joanna Eberhart said…

    Sorry to hear that you're going through so much. You are in my thoughts, and I hope things improve soon.

  • At 3:28 AM, Blogger Gamer Named Tim said…

    Oh my God.

    I'm not much of a praying man, but you can be sure that I'll start.

    I'm really sorry Grandma has to go through all of this. Your description alone sent chills up my spine.

    You guys mean a lot to me, as I'm sure everyone else.

    Here's hoping for a speedy recovery!

    Game on!

  • At 4:59 AM, Blogger Guernican said…

    Timothy and Grandma...

    I've been here recently with my own grandmother. It's tough. It's uncertain. But it sounds like you guys are bearing up as best you can, and you've got family around you. Hold on to each other... you're all you've got.

    Best wishes from London...

  • At 10:37 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Thinking of you in Toledo, Ohio - I hate that freaken snow too. I was just told we were getting MORE tonight. Jeez. I am glad you posted, I had thought about her a couple times and was worried. I am glad she is stable. My gramps had that done and his quality of life was SO much better - and he lived 20 yrs after the surgery! She will be more awake and have more energy. If you decide to do some freelance work to pay the bills (ie - weddings - oh what fun!), I am a graphic designer and would be happy to hook you up with some business cards, flyers and what not. Just email me. :-)

  • At 11:16 AM, Blogger Alco said…

    Oh wow, I hope Grandma will be ok after that surgery!

    It might be a blessing in disguise though, just imagine what would have happened if they didn't spot the blockage...

    Anyway, whishing both of you the best. Grandma seems like a fighter, I'm convinced she'll bounce back.

    Speaking of games, I don't know how you do it but I have approximately 10 of them waiting to be beaten and I don't know if I'll be able to do so! I miss my student years... ;)

    Game on

  • At 11:19 AM, Blogger AzmoD3uS said…

    Hoping and praying for Grandma's speedy recovery... I'm just glad the surgery went well. I was wondering why i don't see her gamertag go online for a while now.

    Hope you get another source of income soon, tim.

  • At 1:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Go Grandma! I'm rooting for her to get well soon. Because she is awesome.

  • At 2:15 PM, Blogger Brandy Wilcoxen said…

    There are some doctors who you wish you could grab by the hair and repeatedly beat their heads against a hard surface.

    Get well soon Grandma.

  • At 2:47 PM, Blogger Brother Adam said…

    I feel sorry for the both of you and am hoping grandma gets well very soon!

    Jamie =]

  • At 3:04 PM, Blogger Crazy Raven Productions said…

    Holy shit. Hugs to the bunch of you. Best healthy wishes to Grandma, and my condolences on the job front. :(

  • At 3:57 PM, Blogger TJSunday said…

    I wore my OGHC t-shirt today (it's casual Friday!) in Gramma's honor. Here's wishing you well! Has Grandma tried Fallout 3 or Dead Space? I got those for Xmas and really had some fun with them!

  • At 6:22 PM, Blogger clawsjenny said…

    I'm a gerontology PhD student and a gamer (my husband loves your blog and turned me on to it). From the perspective of later life, I am so happy that you are there for your grandmother. She is very fortunate indeed to have you there for her. I wish her a speedy recovery and best wishes for your job-hunting. Chin up--things are bound to get better eventually! Game on!

  • At 4:09 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    ::hug:: I hope things are going well with you guys - Grandma is a fighter and I know this surgery is another in a long list of things she's kicked the ass of :) And I too am wading through the crap of this economy - but we shall DEFEAT IT! I send to you my good wishes and shall bug you forthwith - but in the meantime, be well, hugs to you and yours, and game on. HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS!


  • At 5:53 PM, Blogger EthicalHacking said…

    really good!

  • At 7:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Dude, I feel really sorry for you. I hate the economy right now as well, but things can and will look up, just not now, it's too soon.

    I hope your grandma feels better, it's tough to get surgery and visiting hospitals often.

    Best of luck!


  • At 2:14 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    All the best and good health Grandma.

    And good luck with the job hunting.

    Please keep up posted!

  • At 3:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hope you get better soon grandma.

    Thanks for the update, i was getting worried. Good luck with the job searching, trust me i know, i am in the same boat.

    Take care.

  • At 3:56 AM, Blogger BugnLVoe said…

    I am so sorry for what happened to you both but glad she is going to be okay. {{{{hugs}}}}

  • At 2:10 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Jesus Grams the dead joke was just that a joke! Get better the gaming world misses you and your attitude. Go kick some ass. GAME ON!

  • At 8:35 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I hope that Grandma is doing well in her recovery. I hope you find a job also.

    Game on!

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  • At 8:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    You're in my prayers. Has Grandma tried tales of symphonia yet? I'm currently playing the one for wii, and it reminds me a lot of FFXII. You should try freelance photography. You'd be surprised at what people will spend, even now.

  • At 7:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I know I shouldn't be saying this but it seems that you should be worrying about the quality of life that Grandma has and not focus on how long she has left to live. She could have some years left to live but man that surgery is some major surgery. I feel sorry for all the pain Grandma is going through. I'm with you Grandma and all through your life you have to live yet. You will always be in my prayers and God bless.

  • At 8:52 AM, Blogger AzmoD3uS said…

    Saw grandma's gamertag go online a while back. I hope she's recovered (she probably has if she's playing on XBL again!).

  • At 3:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Grandma you got alot more living and gaming to do so keep your spirits up and know that your blockage was bypassed and everything happens for a reason. Thank God you went to that other hospital. Tim keep your head up also and you'll get a job soon cause it's already written. You guys rock and Grandma I will say a prayer for you...or two...or three....

  • At 9:15 AM, Blogger M Elsea Smith said…

    1) Rock on granny!
    2) Good lick with the job hunt.
    3) Reading your description of what you and granny are going through pissed me off to no end. I've had the same experience with my grandmother. You need multiple doctors to get anything done and 3/4 of them are stupid or assholes. I'm not even going to mention how much most insurance companies make things worse.

  • At 12:36 AM, Blogger Unknown said…

    Wow, dude. Hospital shit always scares me, especially when I feel there's a chance my loved ones could die in there. You can take as long as you like not updating and I don't think any of us here will mind. Just go do your family shit. It's more important than anything else.

  • At 10:17 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey Grandma Hardcore,

    I thoght i would send you some love from Jolly ol' England.

    I hope you are well on the road to recovery and enjoying (as i am) Killzone 2, i'll also be interested to hear your thoghts on the control scheme controversy...

    Look forward to seeing you play and swear very soon

    Lots of love

  • At 6:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Grandma, Tim, the family, and the silly ass dog....

    Hang in there doesn't quite say enough but you get the drift. Tim, I like that you do appreciate that although this is all very, very difficult and scary it could be worse. Hang onto that attitude, dude!

    I've been with you guys since the first or second day, from moving out of WY to SE Ohio at the intersection of I77 & 70 (gawd awful part of the state!) and back home to western NY and lake effect snow. I knew when I kept checking and didn't see anything that something was up...but didn't expect this. But Grandma is a fighter and so are you, Tim. And you're damn talented!

    The economy is in a tough and scary place right now but let's be positive and hope things will start to swing up. If you were in this area the hubby is in the media business here and maybe could find ya something....damn!

    Will keep you all in my thoughts and heart. Game on!


  • At 1:17 PM, Blogger crepuscularia said…

    Hang in there, Grandma. We're all pulling for you. Game on!

  • At 1:58 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    i always dread checking in and finding these posts. i hate crying at work, luckily all is well.

    i think what shocked me the most was that you lost your job, but i don't really get why that would shock me. i work at a brokerage firm so stuff like that isn't exactly news. my husband can't get work and i live in terror of losing my job.

    you think that would stop me from messing around on the internet. LOL

    best of luck to you.

    you know, you'd think someone would hire you in the gaming industry...isn't there maybe a blog you might try writing for? i mean, in the mean time you could try that route while looking for work at home too.

    take care and give grams a hug and kiss from all of us! she's always in our thoughts even if she doesn't know who the hell we are! lol :)

  • At 10:38 PM, Blogger * said…

    Tell Grandma I said get her rest and get better. Hopefully you will update us again soon.

  • At 11:58 PM, Blogger electric goldfish said…

    I worry, but I send my thoughts and prayers to grandma and you all.

  • At 10:32 PM, Blogger * said…

    you gotta update us its been since feb.!!

  • At 10:35 PM, Blogger Gamer Named Tim said…

    Grandma's alive.

    Unfortunately, Grandma's blog is dead.

  • At 6:45 PM, Anonymous IronGeorge94 said…

    Hope you get well soon grandma!!

  • At 8:25 PM, Blogger The Andy Man said…

    My thoughts and prayers go out to one of the best gamers on this planet.

  • At 2:22 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Get better soon, we're all rooting for you.

    Achievement Unlocked: Open Heart Surgery

  • At 8:41 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    She became Casual gamer! NOES!

  • At 6:16 PM, Blogger The Frog said…

    How is Grandma doing? Been awhile since this update.

  • At 3:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I hope you will can play more !!! And I hope you will laugh more !!!


  • At 3:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I hope you better
    good luck! from Spain

  • At 10:17 AM, Anonymous UFC 101 Live Stream said…

    wishing you to stay always healthy!

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    wow nice blog. i liked it

  • At 4:32 AM, Anonymous denparser said…

    Hoping your ok now...

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