J
jeannetherese
Guest
A quick note on the last post before my books.
My only experience with hospice care was in the greater Seattle area. I was caring for a dear friend, who had cancer. He entered into hospice care and stayed home for some time, using palliative meaasures (morphine) for the pain. The hospice people did show him to what constituted a lethal dose of his medication while he was at home and he told me about this.
At some point, he determined that I was overstretching myself with his care and other responsibilities. He spoke to his hospice team and they agreed that it was time for him to enter their facility.
It was lovely, clean quiet peaceful and I visited him daily.
He was a tough old man-his life story is wonderful and humbling- and he did not die as quickly as hospice anticipated.
Our hospice only checks people in generally when they felt hat the person is very close to the end and my friend surprised them with his resilience.
I was accosted on a visit by one of their counselors who asked why I thought he was still alive as they had been sure he would pass away several days earlier and told that I should no longer speak to him, to hold his hand or to be in his line of vision-that human connections were getting in the way of his death.
His water was cut off.
having been through this and having seen him go through this, I am very skeptical about hospice and would look for a Catholic hospice if I had to take this option.
Now for the books!
I am half way through Jesus and the Jewish Roots of the Eucharist by Dr. Brant Pitre and a chapter away from wrapping up How the West Was Won by Louis L’Amour.
My only experience with hospice care was in the greater Seattle area. I was caring for a dear friend, who had cancer. He entered into hospice care and stayed home for some time, using palliative meaasures (morphine) for the pain. The hospice people did show him to what constituted a lethal dose of his medication while he was at home and he told me about this.
At some point, he determined that I was overstretching myself with his care and other responsibilities. He spoke to his hospice team and they agreed that it was time for him to enter their facility.
It was lovely, clean quiet peaceful and I visited him daily.
He was a tough old man-his life story is wonderful and humbling- and he did not die as quickly as hospice anticipated.
Our hospice only checks people in generally when they felt hat the person is very close to the end and my friend surprised them with his resilience.
I was accosted on a visit by one of their counselors who asked why I thought he was still alive as they had been sure he would pass away several days earlier and told that I should no longer speak to him, to hold his hand or to be in his line of vision-that human connections were getting in the way of his death.
His water was cut off.
having been through this and having seen him go through this, I am very skeptical about hospice and would look for a Catholic hospice if I had to take this option.
Now for the books!
I am half way through Jesus and the Jewish Roots of the Eucharist by Dr. Brant Pitre and a chapter away from wrapping up How the West Was Won by Louis L’Amour.