Hello all, I’m new to the thread but have gained so much reading about all your experiences. I’m so sorry for everyone who is suffering through this.
After a brain haemorrhage, a series of strokes and a lifetime blighted by chronic epilepsy my 81yo DF is currently back at home with an end of life care plan. Mum is his primary career, but is too frail to do much. Luckily they have excellent visiting care. My primary concern is that DM is desperate to keep dad alive (possibly to his detriment). Honestly, I think he keeps asking for syringes of tea just to keep her happy. He’s a sweetheart. I know he’s ready to go, but he’s hanging on for her.
Mum is furious that the NHS have refused intravenous hydration and a feeding tube (he has almost lost the ability to swallow and has aspirated food and liquid in to his lungs). They are also now refusing to give him further antibiotics. I initially agreed with her, but having done some research now believe this is the right and kindest thing to do.
Writing this is very difficult. I think we’re keeping DF alive to please DM.
I have been grieving my DF since I was a child, so I’m sort of numb to these things, but the horror of watching him having to repeatedly recover from the latest medical disaster has been excruciating. I’ve been called to the hospital 3-4 times during the last two years to say goodbye to him. Because he’s rallied each time and beat the odds, we feel reluctant to give up on him. It’s a bit like being gaslit…both by him for defying the odds, and the NHS who have repeatedly told us he’s about to die (for 2 years).
The horrifically black humoured part of my brain is appalled that even though the prognosis is death, he’s been repeatedly refused CHC. “You’re ill enough to die, but not ill enough for health care funding”. The system is truly fucked!
My father, a true gentleman to the last, has been nothing but sweetness and light these past few weeks. He takes every opportunity to tell people how special they are, and how much they mean to him. This is clearly why my DM can’t let go. He’s pure gold all the way through. Reading some of your posts, I see that dementia has robbed you of your beloved parents. My heart goes out to you. I feel truly blessed that I have my dear, sweet father intact mentally. Tbh he was always quite cognitively impaired (from the epilepsy), but I really do understand how lucky we are. We have had precious time to have emotional, loving conversations.
I guess my heart is breaking that I’m going to lose the best man I ever knew. I’m also worried that looking after mum is going to prevent me grieving properly. It sounds so selfish, but I guess it’s good to write these things down.
My dad has taught me about humility. He needed help and care his whole adult life, and accepted it with good grace and humour. My DM is a legend for stepping up and looking after all of us. I have been truly blessed.
Sending love to anyone who is going through this devastating process. There is no good way to lose a loved one, be it quickly (so you can’t say goodbye) or slowly.
If you read all this waffle then thank you - I appreciate it xxx