Dad died at 12noon on Thursday!
We were called to his home after he took a turn for the worse on Thursday morning. He'd got a chest infection (something he's always fought for the last few years) and was put on anitbiotics on wed night. He was given a double dose on Thurs morning, but when he was being washed he started turning blue and couldn't breath.
By the time we managed to get to Dad - about 10.45 - he breathing was so bad that it reminded me of what people say a death rattle would sound like.
Luckily he didn't seem in pain and the nurses were hopeful he was going to pull through and get better. We were told by the doctor he'd developed pnemonia and he was given some extra drugs to help open his lungs.
Unfortunately by 11,30 his breath got more shallow.
Luckily most of us had managed to get to see Dad and all tell him how much we loved him and that we were all there for him and fighting it with him. We held hands a lot with him and helped cool him down with cool fanels. He stopped and started breathing a couple of times and final took his last breath just after midday.
It couldn't have been more peaceful for him.
We now preparing all the arrangements and I'm still finding it hard to let go with my emotions and cry after all these years dealing with his illness, but hopefully they will come when I ready and they need to come out. I'm just better at coping with everyone elses sadness and makikng sure they are ok. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism!
Just also wanted to say how grateful I was to find this wonderful Talking Point to air my concerns and views and I know that your advice and posts have been invaluable to me coping with Dad's illness.
So very very sad. I miss him so much it my heart hurts.
Will be back again soon.
Take care to all.... Karen.x
We were called to his home after he took a turn for the worse on Thursday morning. He'd got a chest infection (something he's always fought for the last few years) and was put on anitbiotics on wed night. He was given a double dose on Thurs morning, but when he was being washed he started turning blue and couldn't breath.
By the time we managed to get to Dad - about 10.45 - he breathing was so bad that it reminded me of what people say a death rattle would sound like.
Luckily he didn't seem in pain and the nurses were hopeful he was going to pull through and get better. We were told by the doctor he'd developed pnemonia and he was given some extra drugs to help open his lungs.
Unfortunately by 11,30 his breath got more shallow.
Luckily most of us had managed to get to see Dad and all tell him how much we loved him and that we were all there for him and fighting it with him. We held hands a lot with him and helped cool him down with cool fanels. He stopped and started breathing a couple of times and final took his last breath just after midday.
It couldn't have been more peaceful for him.
We now preparing all the arrangements and I'm still finding it hard to let go with my emotions and cry after all these years dealing with his illness, but hopefully they will come when I ready and they need to come out. I'm just better at coping with everyone elses sadness and makikng sure they are ok. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism!
Just also wanted to say how grateful I was to find this wonderful Talking Point to air my concerns and views and I know that your advice and posts have been invaluable to me coping with Dad's illness.
So very very sad. I miss him so much it my heart hurts.
Will be back again soon.
Take care to all.... Karen.x