Please excuse me as I am still unhappy off with the care we received. I will attempt to make this as short as possible. I might be out of order saying this because I'm still upset..
My step father was diagnosed with an advanced and invasive cancer back in March/April. Because of his age and the fact he had other comorbidities he was put straight onto palliative care (symptom management only).
Fast forward to the middleish/toward the end of August, he woke up one morning with his stomach HUGE. This wasn't normal, we called an ambulance and after some checks turned out he needed to be catheterised as he was urinating but not able to get rid of it all hence why his stomach was blown out.
From that moment we knew 'something' was happening with the cancer. We spoke to the oncologist who suggested we start involving hospice care, district nurses and adult social care.
My sister and myself were relentlessly on the phone trying to get the local hospice team to come out and access him. Eventually the did and they said, no, he didn't need hospice help.
We sorted for a bed to be brought in and put downstairs as he lost the strength to walk. We got a camera set up so I could monitor him through the night so my mother could sleep.
For a few weeks he was okay, he had lost interest in food and was really only picking. He was barely taking fluids either. We called the hospice team again, they came out, accessed and still thought he was 'okay' and didn't need hospice care.
By the middle of September he had lost a significant amount of weight. One night we needed the out of hours district nurses for him and they told us to call back in the morning, however trying to get through I was holding for THREE HOURS!! When I did finally get through they told me to contact the hospice, but they weren't yet involved in his care so the district nurses had to come out and help us. This happened a few times over the last weeks.
He continued to get weaker. 2 weeks ago the hospice finally realised that he was an incredibly sick man and agreed to take over his care. We were always under the impression that end of life care from the hospice was a lot longer than 2 weeks!
Wednesday last week he had been coughing A LOT. There was a lot of secretions in his throat that he hadn't got the strength to cough up properly so he was gurgling, wasn't nice at all. By now we had the 'just in case' meds here. Once again we called the district nurses out of hours as he needed help and we couldn't administer the 'just in case' meds to ease the secretions. I called at 9pm and they turned up at gone midnight. By this time my stepfather was getting quite agitated as he struggled to breathe when the coughing was really bad. They walked in at a moment when he had just stopped coughing and was resting so they refused him meds as they'd not heard what we had been hearing for hours. They told us to give him a lorazepam and 'hopefully' that will sort him out.
Unfortunately he never recovered from that. He became unconscious and sadly passed away at home on Saturday morning at 1.05am.
I found the whole experience of getting help an ordeal and mentally draining. Nothing was ever straight forward, whilst going through the trauma of having a dying parent, dealing with the stress of the lack of help has been exhausting. We call one person, then told to call someone else, then they'd tell us to call back who we initially called. Things that we needed for him to make life easier we had to fight for, constantly explaining how sick he was but then there was the hospice team who thought less than a month before his death that he wasn't that sick.
Maybe I'm in the wrong and this is normal and I'm merely venting as watching a parent take their last breath and die was pretty fucking horrendous especially since I'd been part of his every day care since diagnosis as I moved back in with them to help.
Anyone else had any experience with end of life care, was it similar, better, worse or AITA for expecting better care for my dying parent?