You never know
Those that read my blogs may remember that I'm dealing with aging parents. Dad with alzheimers is in a physical therapy rehab, Mom goes three times a week to her physical therapy appointments for her dislocated shoulder and back. Dad is late eighties Mom early eighties. Both are very frail. I'm watching Dad change from a proud Godfather dictator of this Italian family into a pathetic reflection of a "no-one" who can sit in a wheelchair, stair at a wall and be content. It hurts the heart deeply. He is different every day but the latest consensus is he has grown comfortable in the facility and is NOT trying to get stronger to come home, all he wants to do is sleep. A big part of me wishes he would pass peacefully in his sleep but he has good insurance so the doctors will keep him alive like a vegatable.My very pretty friend in her sixties was diagnosed with Lukemia about 4 weeks ago but she passed last night. Holy smoken shit, that's a harsh toke. So damn fast. A couple of us girlfriends have agreed although too soon this is a blessing in disguise to go so quickly rather than suffer the indignities of trying to cure Lukemia. It too can be a brutal disease.
Here one minute, gone the next. You never know
Comments (7)
If you feel the doctors are abusing the situation I should think you can insist on a hospice, if / when the time comes when his best interests are being ignored?
Yes. Sorry for your loss.
Health is the most important temporary attribute we have.
It is best to do what we can to maintain it - proper diet and exercise are critical
as is not doing things to compromise it.