Sorry for the situation that Your loss is manifesting itself in. We all come into this life in our way and we will all go out in our own way. My dad, rest his soul,passed when he laid down to rest at 84 years old before he was to disc the gardens of three of his neighbors. We should all be so blessed.
About 2.5 hours ago I attempted a reply to your inquiry in a way that I hoped could be helpful. But, I quit.
Yes, the process of losing a lovely person is all too recent and the details still vivid. And, the post may not have been relevant or helpful because the person was much younger, had always been in excellent health, and had been an unbelievably strong battler against cancer.
But, for the most part I quit because - as demonstrated by the posts here - the outcomes will vary so greatly due to the nature and will of the person, the applicable circumstances and the care givers.
In one way I feel that the final stage of dying was all to prolonged - for the person and for the very loving and supportive family that supported, surrounded and showered her with every expression of love and appreciation through the final moment. On the other hand, the entire experience of loss was all too quick.
I still find no helpful answer, and hope that you will feel strength and experience peace as this unfolds.
My mother was 74 when she developed a brain tumour. A doctor at a prestigious Toronto hospital convinced us an operation could prolong her life by about a year. We managed to convince her to have the operation and two weeks afterward she went into a coma that lasted for 3 months before she passed. When asked about what had happened the doctor said the tumour was larger than expected. If it was that large I'm convinced it would have shown on prior x-rays. To this day I believe the doctor did it to get paid for operating. I still am very uneasy around doctors and question everything they tell me.
By the time she passed we could only feel a great sense of relief that it was finally over.
When I was 10yo my favorite uncle was diagnosed with late stage pancreatic cancer. He was given about a month to live and immediately went downhill and into hospice care. That man hung on another 13 months to the point that I remember my aunt was just flat wore out from living at that place with him and she was relieved when he died. The man hung on so long that he didn't just turn yellow with jaundice from the cancer eating his liver, but he turned gray. It was the damndest thing to witness as a kid and I remember my dad at the funeral saying "Jesus Christ, I can't believe they didn't keep the casket closed." Looked like a clay statue laying in that box. Death is a weird thing. I went through an existential crisis when I lost my first wife 2 weeks before Christmas 2020. It made me fear death for the first time ever and question why in the hell any of us are even here to just end up in a box someday like I saw her and the world just keeps going. The only solace I get is the fact that millions upon millions have gone through it already, including people that I loved.
It really is a shame that we actually do treat cats and dogs better than humans with death rather than suffering a bunch needlessly. Says something about society don't it........................Just like funerals, they are for the living not the dead.
not me ... loose dogs on my property are moving targets
"The welfare of humanity is always the alibi of tyrants".
Ask around the hospital for a senior RN who's worked in geriatrics or hospice and ask her every question you have. She's probably seen every possible situation you could think of. MD's don't work hospice. My exGF helped me take care of my Mom during her last 2-years at home and when it was time and we contacted hospice, their representative just turned everything over to her. I will forever be grateful to my GF for that, especially as my mother lingered for 3-weeks when we thought she wouldn't last another 3-days. God bless - I hope it goes as well as can be expected for you, your family, and your Dad.
Last edited by Offshoreman; 06/16/22.
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