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Details on Dad's Passing
3 years ago
It's been 3 weeks since Dad died. It's been rough but also a bit of a relief honestly.
My dads had primary progressive MS and Dementia from the results of the Ms. His mental health has been on the decline for the better part of 4-5 years. My mom and I referred to it as "pam memory" nothing stuck. It got worse and worse.
If you have or had family members who had or have dementia, you know how bad it can get. It got bad with my dad with his dementia. He got verbally abusive to my mom and I in the last year and physically with me and our in home help care lady who wound up quitting on us in late August this year.
Dad's legs locked up on him and my Mom and I gave him enough muscle relaxers to turn a boa into a limp noodle but nothing came from it we called ems and they did nothing (another journal later)
Labor day we called ems again this time it was serious he was calling for help all day and early evening he was non responsive. They got him to the hospital in time they discovered he had a urinary tract infection and his blood was septic.
They stopped it but the damage had been done and mom told the doctor straight up we can't take care of him anymore at home. So they put him in hospital hospice care.
3 weeks later we got the call he was going down hill and taken a turn for the worse. I'll spare the details but he was definitely near the end of the road. Sunday he had a day where he was showing a tiny improvement. But I've seen enough hospital tv drama to know that that's a sign that a dying person is very near the end. I was right
Monday he was basically gone he was staring at the ceiling and not responding to anything. I was playing some of his favorite songs on my Kindle fire and mom called and told me the funeral parlor we live behind will take him. 15 minutes later I noticed that the sounds of labored breathing had stopped...I looked over and he gasped then stopped. I hit the nurse buttons frantically they came in and I called Mom back to get out to the hospital on the double. Dad gasped twice more and the doctor checked his heart and lungs and confirmed he was gone.
I cried my hardest I ever cried in my life. I was alone with him when he passed away. It's still pretty raw but I'm relieved for him that he's no longer in pain and his spirit is free. That' I'm happy for. But I'm going to miss him still.
If you take Anything from this just know Dementia sucks and if you have family with it and are doing everything you can to help them. Then your a hero, and in what sanity your loved one has, they know it too
My dads had primary progressive MS and Dementia from the results of the Ms. His mental health has been on the decline for the better part of 4-5 years. My mom and I referred to it as "pam memory" nothing stuck. It got worse and worse.
If you have or had family members who had or have dementia, you know how bad it can get. It got bad with my dad with his dementia. He got verbally abusive to my mom and I in the last year and physically with me and our in home help care lady who wound up quitting on us in late August this year.
Dad's legs locked up on him and my Mom and I gave him enough muscle relaxers to turn a boa into a limp noodle but nothing came from it we called ems and they did nothing (another journal later)
Labor day we called ems again this time it was serious he was calling for help all day and early evening he was non responsive. They got him to the hospital in time they discovered he had a urinary tract infection and his blood was septic.
They stopped it but the damage had been done and mom told the doctor straight up we can't take care of him anymore at home. So they put him in hospital hospice care.
3 weeks later we got the call he was going down hill and taken a turn for the worse. I'll spare the details but he was definitely near the end of the road. Sunday he had a day where he was showing a tiny improvement. But I've seen enough hospital tv drama to know that that's a sign that a dying person is very near the end. I was right
Monday he was basically gone he was staring at the ceiling and not responding to anything. I was playing some of his favorite songs on my Kindle fire and mom called and told me the funeral parlor we live behind will take him. 15 minutes later I noticed that the sounds of labored breathing had stopped...I looked over and he gasped then stopped. I hit the nurse buttons frantically they came in and I called Mom back to get out to the hospital on the double. Dad gasped twice more and the doctor checked his heart and lungs and confirmed he was gone.
I cried my hardest I ever cried in my life. I was alone with him when he passed away. It's still pretty raw but I'm relieved for him that he's no longer in pain and his spirit is free. That' I'm happy for. But I'm going to miss him still.
If you take Anything from this just know Dementia sucks and if you have family with it and are doing everything you can to help them. Then your a hero, and in what sanity your loved one has, they know it too
