I was reading on here and saw many mentioned they received care from Hospice. If I may ask, do you mind telling me which Hospice, When they told me that it was time , I said "NO" . I knew if allowed them to come into my home that death was around the corner. I actuall worked Wednesday and left for Smokies. We ended up In Helen, Ga. He was in awe. I pushed him in the wheelchair down to to picnic area for awhile, and neither of us said anything.Thursday, his G-Tude came out. and I had no way to give him pain meds . I had to give them by mouth. Luckily he didn't need ANY while were there. Went uo to a little town and bought firewood. He had wanted to stay at a place on the water and have a real fire in the fireplace.That afternoon my husband too the other 2 boys to play arcade games. We talked about things and he was calm. When the boys got back, he wanted them to go and get him some tea. Then I did something that I regret to this day. I told him "if you love Mommy you will drink something" He tried but he couldn't" I now realize that this was one of the sign of the body preparing for death. Thursday evening, after we had lit the fire, he just didn't look right. I decided to check his B/P. I could hear NOTHING. We packed up and headed to Eglesyon as fast and I mean FAST as we could, They worked with him, In the hall they asked me if he was a code or a DNR.
When we were coming in W/C in the ER, I asked him foe the last, if his heart stopped did he want them to try and get it beating? He said no, but I want them to do everything else the can.Long story short, we requested him to be sent to the floor where always stayed.He was on Dopamine for his B/P, but they allowed it go with him Once his B/P got up he was alert. Mickel the Pickle came in the room ND THEN OUR PASTOR CAME IN WITH A MILKSHAKE. hE TOOK 1 SIP. Mickle put glory glitter every one. The pastor still had some on Sunday morning. At one point, he reached out his hand and asked, who,what is that. I went in hall but say no one, Within 10 minutes he slipped in a coma. I sat at bedside holding his hand and his brother on the other.side. He read him some of scripyures that were special to him.At #:30am Sat. I lay my head on hi chest and told him "You can go home, I will be OK. Your misson/journed here was complete.I dozed off still holding his hand. 15mins. later the nurse woke me and said it was time. He was gone.This pat Jan. 31 he had been gone 12 years. Hisbirthday was 9/31. He made it long enough so he didn't die on his little brother's birthday. I know this is long and you may not care what I wrote, but I felt like I was to do so and I did. It doesn't matter how long a loved one has passed, you never forget them. There is a saying I read somewhere Lord help to smile today, but never let me forget that I cried. I will never forget him, and yes I can new smie even when I remember the bad things in the hospital, I can still remember things there we laughed at. He gave me an Angel ornament and I always hung it on his IV pole. He really like it. Tody I collect any all kinds of angels. I have probably close to 200.The days have bee hard when I see something and remember things,especially whe his brother and then graduation.( they were both in the same grade).Seeing he didn't suffermade it bearable. My MOM passed on Christmas Day 1996. She got some tainted blood after bypass sur, contracte Hep C Seeing her deteoiate was awful.. She would eat meat or any kind of protein and she would literallycrazy. That's when I started Lactulose.
I would give it to her until BM or Vomiting. Gave every 1-2 hours. When things happed they both came at the same time. Christmas was hard for me. I got so depressed I didn't want to get out of bed. In 2001, out of the blue my SIL was telling about a girl wanted to give her baby to some that would take him and love him. I just didn't know. I prayed and asked God to show me what I should do. I learned his birhday was 12/4, the same as my Mom's . That was what I needed to hear.We adopted him in August 2001 when he was 8 months of age. Now when we celebrate his birthday, I think of Mom, but I haven't cried yet. At Christmas, it is the joyous time Mom always wanted us to have when we were young and my children also. I don't know if this makes much sense, but as I said I felt led to write this.
Also if you don't mind answering the question abput the Hospice's. Lve to you all .
Blessings for health and happines.
Mommy52