Last Sunday, I visited Grandma Karamatsu after my cold subsided. She was just recovering from a small stroke. When I arrived she was feeling pain in her chest. She asked us if we have pain in our chest too. My dad and uncle took her to the hospital. By midnight she had to get a surgery. She ended up having two more surgeries the next day. She is now on life support since she cannot breathe on her own. She also has pneumonia. Her medication should have worn off, but her mind is not responding to commands. I am very worried. Last Sunday, I wished I could have talked to her more. She is the last grandparent I have. I am hoping she will come out of it and wake up.