Do you believe in miracles?

A far cry from my doctor assisted suicide post, I have a question for all of you.

Do you believe in miracles?

Clearly, I've said that I have Christian beliefs.  Much to my parents' horror, I don't have a specific denomination that I "agree" with, as I believe that we all love the same God--and if this is all about faith and love, then what are we fighting for? But that's a post for another day. All of that aside, I cannot wrap my head around what has gone on over the last two weeks.

My grandmother, right now, should be in septic shock. Her Urinary Tract Infection should have made her toxic to herself and she should be sleeping, essentially in a medically induced coma for the pain because doctors were under the belief that she was too weak to fight off the UTI. So, my grandfather and my father and his siblings all decided (though ultimately it was my grandfather's decision) to let my grandma go.

"It's time to let her go. No more suffering. Let's say goodbye."

My grandma has always been a spitfire. You get her started on something, or if she's angry, she'll say that she's showing her Irish.

I have a temper, but there are times when I think my grandma clearly put me to shame.

So, perhaps we were silly to underestimate the Irish my grandma has left.

She's not septic. In fact, there are no signs of infection anywhere in her body. 

She's back to eating some at most of the meals when we're there to help her eat, so she's getting some caloric intake, her staples from her hip replacement are out...We all know that this isn't our saving grace. We all know that she isn't going to live. But none of us saw this coming.

Family has been coming in for weeks (and still is) to say goodbye. But my grandmother is still fighting.

I sit here with borderline bronchitis/pneumonia, hardly able to breathe, frustrated with all get out....and my grandma is still fighting. She's fighting for us.

The last time I saw her, she was in so much pain that she was alternating between virtually screaming "make it stop," and "they're not ready to take me yet."

So, is this a miracle or is grandma just stronger than we all believed?

I just can't wrap my mind around any of it anymore.

“Why did they believe? Because they saw miracles. Things one man took as chance, a man of faith took as a sign. A loved one recovering from disease, a fortunate business deal, a chance meeting with a long lost friend. It wasn't the grand doctrines or the sweeping ideals that seemed to make believers out of men. It was the simple magic in the world around them.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Hero of Ages