My grandmother just called from the ER about my grandfather; today's procedure didn't go well and resulted in a medical emergency. Have to get my uncle when he's off work. Anticipating being offline for a while.
Update: Thanks for the good wishes, am hoping to sleep tonight. To everyone's surprise, not only did the pneumothorax resolve, but he was alert this morning and they were able to wean him off the ventilator and extubate him (that's a needle biopsy gone very wrong, where the patient comes in fine and ends up on a respirator a few minutes later). He ate all the broth and popsicles and jello for lunch and fed himself most of his supper. Yesterday things looked so bad we didn't anticipate him waking again. Needless to say we're glad he's alert and comfortable. This isn't the way he wanted to go--he didn't want all these interventions and wants to live out the remainder of his days at home. He only went in for a fast needle biopsy!, and they said they wouldn't have done it if the risks had been explained in advance rather than right before they wheeled him off after his hearing aids had been removed. At this point, if he has cancer, he has cancer but not much could be done anyway.
I spent last night at my grandmother's so I could have her there first thing this morning, didn't sleep last night, was at the hospital most of the day, *pain,* am going to bed... will talk to everyone soon.