I am raising my almost 3 year old grandson as a single parent, my sister and BIL have my 10 year old nephew, and we J. finished 4 weeks of in-home hospice for my Dad, he passed Friday night. His wish was to never die in a nursing home or hospital, and we honored that. He has been in a nursing home once about 10 years ago, for rehabilitation after a stroke, and then again from the end of December 2011 until January 20 of this year for rehab after a fall he took 5 days before Christmas. When it became obvious to the doctors his leukemia and renal failure were in the final stages, he being unable to rehabilitate, and said he was a candidate for hospice we chose to bring him home to care for him as he died. He lived 4 weeks.
Was it easy? No. After a week and 3 days he was too weak to get out of bed any longer and couldn't do things for himself. So we fed him and held his drinks so he could drink them, changed his diapers, messes and all, bathed him on the days a bath aide wasn't scheduled or he had diarrhea, (common with late stage renal failure) moved him every two hours so he wouldn't get bed sores (and he was a big man) and administered his meds. When he raged from dementia and agitation (common with kidney failure as the toxins no longer being filtered by the kidneys travel to the brain) and tried to climb over the bed rails we sat with him for hours throughout the night (when it occurred mostly) to ensure his safety. When the pain was too intense for the meds to be effective I had to become his Rx advocate and call to have a nurse come assess him in order to get his doctor to make a change to his meds.
Before he lapsed into a coma last week he began talking of "going somewhere" and trying to give M. his blankets (detaching from material things) and asking a friend if she was "here to help guide him through the woods" we knew he was ready to go. As he lay in a coma I reminded myself that he had once been my grandmother's little baby...nurtured, loved and protected. As he would get agitated and I gave him meds to calm him down I traced my finger from between his brows and over his eye gently to help him relax and sleep, J. as I did with my babies.
On Friday we all knew he was close. He was uncomfortable and I had to call for a nurse to assess him, the doctor mercifully adjusted his pain and agitation meds (yes, even in a coma he was agitated.) His breathing had changed from the day before, and the nurse said it would more than likely be a day or two, but the more she looked at him she started saying she wouldn't be surprised if he went that day. When i went to give him his meds at 9 p.m. his breathing had changed significantly, and I notified everyone at home and we called my brother and his wife back, as they had J. left. My mother went to be with him, having already spent the majority of the past two days at his side, and at 9:11 p.m. he was gone.
We had no nurses to help, other than the visiting ones who were here for no more than a half an hour at a time, and not every day, or the bath aides who were scheduled only 3 times a week. We were on our own. Our lives were basically consumed by caring for him this past month, my sister and I didn't dare leave the house together the last week and a half, and our cell phones were set to alert us when to check his diaper, or give him his meds so sleeping through the night wasn't happening, the last few days he was having something for pain every two hours. My fibromyalgia flared, I was having lots of pain, I couldn't keep any food in M. and was having diarrhea for days, my sister's eczema was raging, my brother threw his back out turning my Dad, and we were stressed.
BTW, Dad was "out of it" for the past few years, didn't know us lots of the time, but it mattered that he not be in a nursing home full time as it had been his wish to never spend his remaining time on earth in one and we honored our promise. We can be, and are happy in knowing that. My little guy and nephew have been put on the back burner from time-to-time due to our caring for their "Tata," but I can see it has only enhanced their lives pertaining to family and love.
Would I do it again knowing what I know, all that is involved in caring for a sick (for ten years since his stroke) and then dying person? Definitely. I have never been more blessed in my life. Could everyone do it? I don't believe so. But I will say two things...one, in this day and age with people able to survive so many illnesses through the wonder of curative measures, the possibility of getting to the point of needing to be in a nursing home, requiring 24/7 care or hospice is a large one, (hospice can be done in-home or in a nursing home,) so if this would theoretically be a problem between you and your boyfriend should you marry him be realistic and honest now, and two, if you ever find yourself having to say "No, I can't do it," you're not a horribly mean person, J. an honest one, and you don't have to justify your decision, J. as I don't. You're right, it''s not an IOU plan, I chose to do it.