DF is 78, bed bound, and has dementia, has been in very poor health for years. DSis and i were told a year ago that he had around 3 months to live, and to place him in a nursing home with that understanding, which we did.
Since then, I have lost count of the times Drs have told us he's not going to make it. 3 times in the last month, he has been in A&E and they have phoned to say he won't last the day or he had had a 'terminal event'. We drop work, kids, rally the family to say goodbye, but within 24hrs each time he's sat up in bed, about to be discharged, Drs nowhere to be seen.
I hate myself that every time they phone I feel relief, and then despair when he's ok. I love him, but it's an unbearable situation which I don't belive will ever end. I told DSis I won't be going to the hospital again, I don't believe the Drs anymore and I can't bear it, but she doesn't agree.
I don't see how you can live like this without becoming desensitised - how else do you cope?