I'm so sorry, rodeo. Such a shock for all of you.Ok, I need to stop saying worst day ever. Apparently the universe is determined to prove me wrong. I was at the hospital where the palliative nurse and social worker came to visit us. His latest blood work from yesterday showed marked deterioration since three weeks ago. She said she can see the changes in his face. He has "that look." She said she never says never but is not hopeful that he will even regain the strength to have chemo. His is very aggressive.
So the morning consisted of discussions about hospice care and assisted end of life. Which I had no idea was even legal here but learned that yep, legal for terminal diagnoses. He does not want that route, but we will be meeting at the start of the week to see if he has improved at all; if he might like to try home again, which he doesn't seem to, if he wants hospice or if he needs to remain in hospital. He seemed to like the way the hospice house sounded and seems to be trying to reduce the burden on me. I said he needs to be where he feels best.
He gave me everything I need to shut down his business. We discussed what arrangements he wanted, which we have never really had a serious discussion about. He is choosing cremation. I honestly cannot believe all of this. I can't believe the speed. Twenty three days ago he went in thinking he had a back issue or maybe appendix.
I have to go back soon because his mother, who he has been estranged from for decades is on her way with his brother who is not altogether stable. When their dad was dying four years ago, they had to call the police bc he assaulted one of the doctors. I've alerted the hospital to that and they said security will be available should we need it. DH doesn't even want his brother there but his mom doesn't drive and that's who is bringing her.
The medication is hydromorphone. Administered intravenously, it is about 7X stronger than intravenous morphine, and 20X stronger than oral morphine. It is the standard opiate given for acute pancreatic pain, and even that is sometimes not enough.
I am very sorry to hear your news.
I lost my father to lung cancer when I was 12, and because of that I'm going to say something that sort of flies in the face of the usual advice not to let cancer change your children's routine more than necessary. Only you know your kids and your husband well enough to know what to do, but be aware of this truth: you can always catch up on schoolwork, but you can never catch up on time with a parent who passes young. I was the youngest and the only one still in school when my Dad was diagnosed. My mother threw the truancy rules out the window, and for the rest of Dad's life, whenever he had a good day I spent it with him instead of in school. That was over 40 years ago, and I am still profoundly grateful to her for it.
Ok, I need to stop saying worst day ever. Apparently the universe is determined to prove me wrong. I was at the hospital where the palliative nurse and social worker came to visit us. His latest blood work from yesterday showed marked deterioration since three weeks ago. She said she can see the changes in his face. He has "that look." She said she never says never but is not hopeful that he will even regain the strength to have chemo. His is very aggressive.
So the morning consisted of discussions about hospice care and assisted end of life. Which I had no idea was even legal here but learned that yep, legal for terminal diagnoses. He does not want that route, but we will be meeting at the start of the week to see if he has improved at all; if he might like to try home again, which he doesn't seem to, if he wants hospice or if he needs to remain in hospital. He seemed to like the way the hospice house sounded and seems to be trying to reduce the burden on me. I said he needs to be where he feels best.
He gave me everything I need to shut down his business. We discussed what arrangements he wanted, which we have never really had a serious discussion about. He is choosing cremation. I honestly cannot believe all of this. I can't believe the speed. Twenty three days ago he went in thinking he had a back issue or maybe appendix.
I have to go back soon because his mother, who he has been estranged from for decades is on her way with his brother who is not altogether stable. When their dad was dying four years ago, they had to call the police bc he assaulted one of the doctors. I've alerted the hospital to that and they said security will be available should we need it. DH doesn't even want his brother there but his mom doesn't drive and that's who is bringing her.