We called in hospice yesterday. Knowing he’s got a terminal disease intellectually and that hospice will be helpful, and making the decision to call in hospice are very far apart on my emotional spectrum. GGGGHHHHHAAAAA!!!
We left the hospital knowing we’d get the support of home health. Nurse, CNA to help with showers, physical therapy, speech therapy, occupational therapy. But it didn’t work.
Within a day of being home he needed oxygen again, any time he fell asleep. It appears that when asleep his brain isn’t sending the right messages to his diaphragm to breathe deeply. We had two horrific nights before we realized what was happening. By then it was Saturday. An impossible task to get oxygen at home on a Saturday for the first time. Home health said only solution was to go back to the ER and be admitted.
Everyone kept telling me to get hospice. More help. More services at home. Everyone who had hospice on the Multiple System Atrophy sites said they were glad they did. Others say they wished they’d done it earlier. It totally makes sense. So what was my problem making the call?
It felt like giving in on my part? Like a jinx? Like it would open the floodgates of grief? Would it make him give up?
Even if that all were true, what would be wrong with that, at this point, because he’s miserable breathing as he is at night.
So we called in hospice. More challenges with people who know little about neurodegenerative diseases, especially Multiple System Atrophy. Things to explain. Equipment to be delivered. Thankfully the kids were all around, sometimes sitting with us, sometimes making jokes and dinner in the other room.
I found myself completely impatient with the nurse doing the evaluation for acceptance. I wanted to be mean. She was very nice. It wasn’t her. I felt like I was sliding over the edge of a waterfall into an abyss.
But we got oxygen! Yet we still had a difficult night as the oxygen didn’t work well with his CPAP machine for his sleep apnea. At 4 AM this morning, I was holding him in my arms, crying for both of us.
Because we have hospice, another nurse came today and we got a couple of different small pieces of equipment and a morphine prescription which we don’t plan to use yet except if we can’t get him comfortable at night. It was good to have someone to bring us stuff. We can and do get better info from doctor friends and colleagues but we can’t get the equipment. Maybe tonight will be better.
It’s surreal to have what is almost a normal afternoon, some quiet time, a swim with the kids. He didn’t get in the pool today but he did yesterday. Today he just watched from his wheelchair as he read the sports page, then watched a Red Sox game on TV. This afternoon we had cocktails with friends on the porch. Ate a lovely dinner a friend brought by.
Is this really happening?
2 thoughts on “We Called In Hospice”
I’m so glad you called in Hospice…
I think many of us wanted to tell you to do this sooner, but we hesitated for fear this would be a clear signal we felt Larry’s time with you was limited.
I saw the photo you texted yesterday of all of you… all of you smiling and putting on such brave faces.
Larry still has that twinkle in his eyes, God bless him!
I hope your Blog is helping you to deal with all the emotion and stress. You are in a situation where you have no control – but you manage to face every day’s challenges with unflinching determination to make the best out of every day…every moment.
Your candid sharing of all that you are thinking and feeling as you go through this process will surely help others who face similar situations.
I pray God sustains you and gives you the strength in the days ahead.
Thank you! We’ll take all the compliments and prayers you can send.
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