Post by stardustpilgrim on Jul 27, 2024 6:10:16 GMT -5
This is another thread where I didn't want to disrupt the Enigma thread.
My Father's decline started because his heart doctor changed his meds. (There was no reason whatsoever to change his meds, his heart was doing fine. Within about ten days, the doctor had to take him off the new meds, it was hurting his kidneys). That started a back and forth cascading domino effect, it was a kind of nightmare. There was a lot involved, but it was mostly his diabetes that got him, not specifically, but it was the center. Diabetes just destroys the body. But after about two months of this he went into the hospital again (he had gone to a nursing home, they wouldn't let him come home). After his hospital assigned doctor saw him, once, he took me into the hall and told me, your Dad will be dead within six months. He was a relatively young doctor, but he said I've seen this many times. Hospice knows their thing. My Dad had been on a lot of pain meds, but a couple of days before he died he said he didn't want to take any more pain medication, so they stopped it. The morning he died he began to speak some, it was about 7 sentences, maybe. For some reason I wrote everything down, phonetically (I always have a pocket journal), it was slurred and almost incomprehensible. But later me and my sister figured out all the words. We didn't know he was going to die that night, we were expecting it all day, I knew I wanted to stay with him all night. He had fought to live as hard as anybody I've ever seen. But Mother told him that morning he had her permission to go, it was OK, she was letting him go. I don't remember exactly what he said that morning, but we figured out he said he was ready to go. Everything made sense once we deciphered it, later. It was around 11:30 PM. Nurses suddenly filled the room, his vital signs had gone wacky. I watched the moment he died. That was about two weeks after what the doctor told me in the hall. Sometimes the body can't be patched together anymore.
I just remembered my Father was with his Father when he died. Right when he died, he looked up and said Mae, she had died years earlier.
My Father's decline started because his heart doctor changed his meds. (There was no reason whatsoever to change his meds, his heart was doing fine. Within about ten days, the doctor had to take him off the new meds, it was hurting his kidneys). That started a back and forth cascading domino effect, it was a kind of nightmare. There was a lot involved, but it was mostly his diabetes that got him, not specifically, but it was the center. Diabetes just destroys the body. But after about two months of this he went into the hospital again (he had gone to a nursing home, they wouldn't let him come home). After his hospital assigned doctor saw him, once, he took me into the hall and told me, your Dad will be dead within six months. He was a relatively young doctor, but he said I've seen this many times. Hospice knows their thing. My Dad had been on a lot of pain meds, but a couple of days before he died he said he didn't want to take any more pain medication, so they stopped it. The morning he died he began to speak some, it was about 7 sentences, maybe. For some reason I wrote everything down, phonetically (I always have a pocket journal), it was slurred and almost incomprehensible. But later me and my sister figured out all the words. We didn't know he was going to die that night, we were expecting it all day, I knew I wanted to stay with him all night. He had fought to live as hard as anybody I've ever seen. But Mother told him that morning he had her permission to go, it was OK, she was letting him go. I don't remember exactly what he said that morning, but we figured out he said he was ready to go. Everything made sense once we deciphered it, later. It was around 11:30 PM. Nurses suddenly filled the room, his vital signs had gone wacky. I watched the moment he died. That was about two weeks after what the doctor told me in the hall. Sometimes the body can't be patched together anymore.
I just remembered my Father was with his Father when he died. Right when he died, he looked up and said Mae, she had died years earlier.
