It's about my 98 year old uncle.
Poor guy. Up until recently, he'd been doing OK. His hearing was shot, but from what I heard, he was doing fine, otherwise. He was driving and even golfing! I called him on his birthday in October, and he was still sharp and witty.
Then, he fell. He had fallen before, but nothing major happened. This last time, it was different. He didn't break any bones, but he bruised his ribs and had some blood work issues - he's been a diabetic for 50+ years. He ended up being in the hospital for 4+ weeks before being sent home.
Well, he didn't go home, he stayed with his daughter. He wasn't ready to go home. He was getting PT, but ended up getting pneumonia. Add to that, he wasn't eating, was already skin and bones. He was saying he was ready to go. He knew he wasn't going back to what he was.
My aunt was helping a taking care of my uncle and also his wife. The wife has early stage ALZ. She, my aunt, talks to the daughter on a daily basis and keeps me informed. My aunt was also telling me that he was depressed and that he was wanting to, well die.
Well, when he had/s pneumonia, they put him in the covid ward. Surprisingly. he didn't get it. They later moved him to another part of the hospital to deal with his other issues, blood work and new internal bleeding, but it is supposedly minor(!). They don't know where it is, though. He, now, can't swallow and can't talk.
He's been in the hospital for 3+ weeks.
The daughter came in, got POA, and is insisting that "something" get done. Now, she has him on a feeding tube to "build him up" so he can get scoped to find the bleeding. If they find the bleeding, then what? Surgery?
It's sad. I get that he is her dad, I get it - but the guy is suffering! When he could talk., he's even told anyone who'll listen that he's ready to go!
I'm not making judgements, but when my dad was getting bad, he was a fighter and kept fighting cancer. The last time he went to the hosp, my mom and I asked him if he wanted to go on. He said he was "done". They got him stable, brought him home and put him on hospice and... well, you know...I wanted my dad around, but not like that. Not suffering.
Edit, my writing is horrible. I tried to clean it up and make it a bit clearer.
Poor guy. Up until recently, he'd been doing OK. His hearing was shot, but from what I heard, he was doing fine, otherwise. He was driving and even golfing! I called him on his birthday in October, and he was still sharp and witty.
Then, he fell. He had fallen before, but nothing major happened. This last time, it was different. He didn't break any bones, but he bruised his ribs and had some blood work issues - he's been a diabetic for 50+ years. He ended up being in the hospital for 4+ weeks before being sent home.
Well, he didn't go home, he stayed with his daughter. He wasn't ready to go home. He was getting PT, but ended up getting pneumonia. Add to that, he wasn't eating, was already skin and bones. He was saying he was ready to go. He knew he wasn't going back to what he was.
My aunt was helping a taking care of my uncle and also his wife. The wife has early stage ALZ. She, my aunt, talks to the daughter on a daily basis and keeps me informed. My aunt was also telling me that he was depressed and that he was wanting to, well die.
Well, when he had/s pneumonia, they put him in the covid ward. Surprisingly. he didn't get it. They later moved him to another part of the hospital to deal with his other issues, blood work and new internal bleeding, but it is supposedly minor(!). They don't know where it is, though. He, now, can't swallow and can't talk.
He's been in the hospital for 3+ weeks.
The daughter came in, got POA, and is insisting that "something" get done. Now, she has him on a feeding tube to "build him up" so he can get scoped to find the bleeding. If they find the bleeding, then what? Surgery?
It's sad. I get that he is her dad, I get it - but the guy is suffering! When he could talk., he's even told anyone who'll listen that he's ready to go!
I'm not making judgements, but when my dad was getting bad, he was a fighter and kept fighting cancer. The last time he went to the hosp, my mom and I asked him if he wanted to go on. He said he was "done". They got him stable, brought him home and put him on hospice and... well, you know...I wanted my dad around, but not like that. Not suffering.
Edit, my writing is horrible. I tried to clean it up and make it a bit clearer.
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