My grandfather, 92, has mesothelioma and is in his final days.
Yesterday he was unresponsive, but today he was in terrible pain. This has been his story for the last month.
I’ve begged the hospital for pain relief for him. They say he tells the doctors he’s fine. But he has a deep distrust of doctors. When family is there though, we can hardly touch him, or he screams out. Nurses have given him oramorph and then the fentanyl patch. Still he had terrible pain, worsening over the weeks.
Today the consultant took me seriously and stayed with us to see Grampy, agreeing that he was obviously downplaying the situation to her. She decided to call palliative and move him on to syringe driver.
However, now he is peaceful and calm, being dosed up with oxycodone and midazolam, but he’s no longer able to stay conscious and engaged, and I feel terrible guilt for pushing this next phase, with him seeming closer to dying than ever.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance to talk with him again or hear his voice. I don’t know if he’d have wanted to talk more to us. I feel like I’m speeding up his death.
Can anyone relate? Thank you