My father is stable but slipping away. It’s hard to comprehend why his condition has deteriorated so rapidly. Three weeks ago he could speak clearly; at least for a few sentences before he lost his train of thought. Now he can barely communicate. He knows I’m here and seems to understand most of what I say. But he becomes agitated easily and nothing tastes good, so he isn’t eating much. Between chemo and SCTs, I think many of us can relate to the “nothing tastes good” part of the equation.
His hospice nurse, Becky, is here now. As a rule she visits twice a week on Mondays and Fridays. How fortunate that my father can be at home and receive such wonderful care. His CNAs Tina, Heather, Sarah, Alison and Patricia do most of the “heavy lifting;” bathing and feeding him. Making sure he takes his meds; he hates taking pills! And the liquid, sour grape tasting antibiotics? STAND BACK! He might take a swing at you as you’re trying to get him to swallow that stuff.
But I”m afraid dad’s hard-hitting days are behind him now. He’s not in a lot of pain and he’s resting comfortably.
Words cannot express how fortunate I am to be able to spend this time with him! No regrets.
Feel good and keep smiling! Pat