Grandma had a stroke

My sisters and I grew up very close to our family and there is an 'Orlando' crew. Two of my mom's sisters plus my grandparents have all lived in Orlando since I was in 5th grade and we saw them often even before that. My grandparents are in their late 70s so of course they have had some health issues. Grandpa has bouts with dimentia (or so they think) and he is just slower than he used to be. He will still suprise you with a smart-ass remark though just to keep you on your feet and remind you that he is paying attention. Grandma has taken care of him and they have lived on their own.
On Monday, my grandma had a stroke. She has been in the hospital since and will have to go through intense therapy hoping to get her speech back. The bad news is that her speech and comprehension are pretty lost. The good news is that she never had any level of paralysis and that even in the last few days her speech has gotten better. However, this has totally rocked my world. I keep thinking of how scared and frustrated she must be. I also, selfishly, think how sad I will be to go through a baby shower and have a baby that may not get to know his great-grandma.
My mom is bearing the burden of helping to take care of Grandpa and organzing in-home care with the help of her brothers and sister (as much as they can). She has a job interview today so if she gets a job, which she needs, what will happen to my grandparents?? While I know that I cannot just drop everything and drive down and help, part of me wishes that I could. My mom is amazing and has helped shield me from what is probably a very sad situation and has helped me to stay focused on my sleep to stay relaxed and keep little Harrison happy and healthy. I appreciate that she is doing that, but worry for her own health if she does not get the necessary help with her parents. UGH! Getting old really stinks!!
This was just a sad update that I felt I needed to get tracked as part of my pregnancy. I realized today (on Friday) that I have been so tired all week and it is probably due to dealing with, or burying, the stress and sadness I am feeling for Grandma.
Get better, Grandma - little Harrison wants to meet you!