Afternoon, all. My mother called this afternoon, having forgotten she’d emailed me at 3:30 this morning. She and my brother have moved Dad into a small Hospice facility for “end of life care.” I guess this means he’s not expected to improve after the major setbacks the last couple of weeks.
It’s about 20 miles from where Mom lives, but was the closest they could find to meet his needs. She’s got two private aides, CNAs both named Marie, which is convenient. She said Dad drifts in and out and gets medicine for pain when he seems uncomfortable. I don’t know if he can eat. Mom said he couldn’t have the chocolate one of the Maries offered, but that could have been a problem with the specific item.
My brother will be there until Saturday, I think. Hopefully Mom will have calmed down enough to keep track of the rest of her life by then. She should probably hire an aide for herself for a while. Maybe I’ll suggest it.
That is sad.
I am so very sorry. In a way, your dad is lucky because he doesn’t really know what is going on with him, and doesn’t remember what life used to be like.
On the other hand, your mom and your brother and you will need all the love and care you can get from everyone, so *HUG*
How old is your dad? I’m sure you told me once, but I have forgotten. I have a hard job remembering the names of your children and their approximate ages, and you talk about them all the time.
I know what you are going through...I still recall my own dad’s last days and weeks. Sadly, I’m reliving them, now, and that’s good because I need to empathize with you when you need it. *HUG*
Please keep me informed and forget what I said earlier. I’ll make something work, somehow.