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I'm going to put this post under a cut because it's about my dad and I know that other people on my flist are going through similar things and (although there's nothing graphic or triggering - I hope) I don't want to upset anyone.
The general opinion among the medical folk seems to be that my dad is not going to be with us much longer. He's not eating, he's confined to bed again after a fall last week (not so much a fall, really; his legs just wouldn't work any more). They're talking about getting him into the local hospice this weekend, if he agrees. He still has all his marbles, though he is thinking much more slowly than I want to think about, and so he will have the choice of where to be. I know he'd rather stay at home, but I just don't think Mum can cope any more, and I'm not sure I want her to try; she can't lift him, or even turn him in bed now that he doesn't have the strength to help her at all. She is feeding him because he can't feed himself so a drip is the next step.
I'm going back to Parentville in a day or so - he has an assessment with their doctor tomorrow to discuss his latest blood work and the doctor is going to use those results as a way to bring up going in to the hospice. He may be there by Sunday, and I honestly don't know whether that will give him a boost or make him decide to just let go.
There's nothing to say, really. It's possible he'll defeat the odds again, but honestly I don't see how he has anything left to fight with. Will can only get you so far, and he has no physical resources left whatsoever.
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I'm going to put this post under a cut because it's about my dad and I know that other people on my flist are going through similar things and (although there's nothing graphic or triggering - I hope) I don't want to upset anyone.
The general opinion among the medical folk seems to be that my dad is not going to be with us much longer. He's not eating, he's confined to bed again after a fall last week (not so much a fall, really; his legs just wouldn't work any more). They're talking about getting him into the local hospice this weekend, if he agrees. He still has all his marbles, though he is thinking much more slowly than I want to think about, and so he will have the choice of where to be. I know he'd rather stay at home, but I just don't think Mum can cope any more, and I'm not sure I want her to try; she can't lift him, or even turn him in bed now that he doesn't have the strength to help her at all. She is feeding him because he can't feed himself so a drip is the next step.
I'm going back to Parentville in a day or so - he has an assessment with their doctor tomorrow to discuss his latest blood work and the doctor is going to use those results as a way to bring up going in to the hospice. He may be there by Sunday, and I honestly don't know whether that will give him a boost or make him decide to just let go.
There's nothing to say, really. It's possible he'll defeat the odds again, but honestly I don't see how he has anything left to fight with. Will can only get you so far, and he has no physical resources left whatsoever.
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This entry was cross-posted from http://epistrophia.dreamwidth.org/78470.html (
comments). Comment wherever you like!