Anonymous wrote:Does he have music in his room?
Anonymous wrote:OP here. Thank you so much to everyone on this thread for your suggestions, and for being so kind. The guilt is the hardest part.
Anonymous wrote:OP, it sounds like a medical/hospice professional upthread is giving good advice on pain and anxiety medications and you should absolutely advocate for those.
As horrible as it is, one option he has to hasten his death and end his suffering is VSED -- voluntarily stopping eating and drinking. It would be much better if he were in a medical aid in dying state but he isn't. VSED is legal everywhere. He has the right to stop eating and drinking if he's ready to die. It doesn't mean it's easy physically and he needs the facility's support to do it, but it hastens the end.
https://www.compassionandchoices.org/our-issues/vsed
I'm so sorry you're facing this reality with your dad, and I hope it is over for his sake, and yours, soon. No one should have to live (or die) like this.
Anonymous wrote:OP I’m so sorry.
You can’t get this right or fix it. It’s just horrible. It’s a horrible thing.
Just do the best you can by him and keep moving forward through it. You’re not trying to keep him alive, you’re just holding his hand through this bad period.
Remember that the measure of a life is not a good death. You don’t get scored on the last days, you get scores on all the days.
The things that made him tenacious and independent may be making it harder now, or maybe he just drew the bad straw of end of life. It’s okay for it to be awful and suck, it’s okay for you to not be able to fix it for him, it’s okay to be relieved when it’s over, and it’s okay to start grieving before the actual death.
You’re doing the best you can. One foot in front of the other. You’ll both get there.
Anonymous wrote:I'm sorry, OP. It is so hard. My dad had a terrible last few months with delirium and dementia brought on by end stage Parkinsons. He called me multiple times a day in total distress and it was horrifying. He got in the habit of calling me at 9:30 at night, just as I got into bed to read after exhausting days. I had to stop taking his calls then, as terrible as that was, because if I did I wouldn't be able to get to sleep.
Remember this: we are not how we die. We are how we LIVE. The measure of your dad's life is the full scope of it, not this terrible bad moment (in the broad scope of things) at the end.
Dying is rotten, uncomfortable, lonely, and frightening for most of us - inherently, even if everything is done right. Until the last months my dad had my mom lovingly caring for him, daily aids, his kids and grandkids...and he was in psychic pain. No one could do his dying for him, and so he had to face it in all it's loneliness and emptiness. You can't die for your dad, either. He has to go through this.
Hug him, hold his hand, play his favorite music. When things got bad I started reading poetry to my dad, either in person or over the phone. Mary Oliver was a favorite.
Sending wishes for comfort and peace to you, OP. You are going through a very hard time. Be kind and good to yourself.