We helped my father fight off hospice to his final day. The surgeons messed up his surgery, the doctors didn’t want to become involved, and they all tried to throw him away into hospice. We fought and fought them for months. Dad was pleading with them all to try a treatment. Finally, we found doctors willing to treat him, and the hospital’s ethics committee tried to stop them. After all the fighting, they gave him one treatment, but, by then, it was too late. The cancer was too far gone. He fought like a warrior to his last moment.
I’m so sorry. Your Dad sounds like quite a guy.