Not quite sure why I’m writing, except that this is so hard. My 93 yr old Dad is dying at home and it feels very lonely ( even tho he has two lovely carers here with us). He stopped eating and drinking last weds. I came down on Friday when they thought he might not last the night. Monday night the Marie curie horse who came out to give him a stat (?is that the right word?) dose thought he wasn’t going to survive the night.
But he’s still here, not really responsive but not settled either and on a syringe driver ( their hopefully coming to adjust the dose later but was 6 hour wait last time due to their workload). In the meantime all we can do is wait. We did well for the first few days but now we’re all a little worn and weepy. I think we have everything in place ( and one of the carers is a district nurse although she’s not allowed to do nursing things in her carer role). It’s the waiting that’s so hard, and not being able to help and the moments when his eyes leak and he looks like he is crying….
Just after virtual hug I guess….
But he’s still here, not really responsive but not settled either and on a syringe driver ( their hopefully coming to adjust the dose later but was 6 hour wait last time due to their workload). In the meantime all we can do is wait. We did well for the first few days but now we’re all a little worn and weepy. I think we have everything in place ( and one of the carers is a district nurse although she’s not allowed to do nursing things in her carer role). It’s the waiting that’s so hard, and not being able to help and the moments when his eyes leak and he looks like he is crying….
Just after virtual hug I guess….