So, We Think Dad is Going Into Hospice
I truly wouldn't put this anywhere else. Most of my friends don't know.
- •On Thursday, my already weak 85 year old father was taken to the hospital with sepsis.
- •He's been in an endless cycle of ER visits, hospital stays, rehabs, and senior living for a couple years now. Last year, in particular, was a nightmare.
- •So, they tell us on Thursday night that he is critical and guarded. My brother and sister-in-law come to Long Island from NJ on Friday. My husband comes with me to the ER. He says good-bye and thank you to us all. He tells us he loves us and that he wants to die.
- •My brother and I tell him whatever he needs to do is fine. We will take good care of Mom.
- •He rallies and is much improved. He's out of the ICU, no longer critical, and is fighting off the infection.
- •The issue is, he can no longer swallow and the next step is surgery for a feeding tube, recovery, and then rehab for at least a month.
- •My Mom and I asked him twice if he wanted to go to hospice and he said yes.
- •So, now we are in a holding pattern until Mom and Dad can meet with a hospice counselor.
- •The waiting is the worst part right now-waiting for news, waiting for a doctor's call, waiting for him to fade away on morphine and fluids only.
- •I keep asking God to take him now so this can end. His heart and other organs are OK but he's just done.
- •He made it through his birthday, Father's Day, and their 57th Anniversary. He saw all of his grandchildren a couple of weeks ago. He signed a new will last week. He saw two good friends the day before this all happened. He has done everything he needs to do.
- •It still sucks though.