My father had several TIA's (small strokes)then was admitted to hospital with a larger one. He recovered, but returned home diminished both physically and mentally. The hospital care though that he had received while he was relatively compos mentis was good.
From that time my 84 year old Mother nursed him. Getting help was a nightmare of the "you own you rown house, we can't do anything for you, you will have to pay" kind, and dealing with the bureaucracy from a distance, as I had to, was a nightmare. My parent did own their own house but had no disposal income over their pensions.
Then my father, by now blind and incontinent, was admitted with another stroke. He developed Cdiff, and was put into isolation. His food (which he could not see) was left to fester. He was also paralysed and had to be manually fed - obviously this did not happen. He was not being given liquids, and when I queried the treatment for Cdiff and was told that irrigation was important, I queried why he did not have a drip. They reluctantly gave him one, but every time we visited (daily) the drip was empty, until one day I refused to leave till it was replaced. And I had to repeat that request EVERY DAY for three weeks.
My mother and I took food and drinks into my father. He complained of pain, pain relief was requested but not given. He cried to come home. Our hearts broke. He was expected to die of the hospital infection, but did survive.
He was taken out of isolation into a general Geriatric Ward where social workers and the hospital decided he was 'fit enough to come home'. In fact we were by now searching for a nursing home.
Within a week of moving out of isolation he developed Cdiff again, was re-isolated and died within 3 days. Cause of death = heart stopped, liver damage, kidney damage, no mention of cdiff on the Death Certificate.
The hospital was, shortly after, blacklisted for unecessary deaths from hospital infections. The family wanted to make a formal complaint, but Mum, by now worn out with 3 years of caring and hospital visits could not face it.
My wonderful father was refused the good death he had earned over his lifetime of work and bringing up a large happy family. I grieve for that as much as I grieve for him, and fear that my own end of life will be as bleak, desolate and uncared for as his was. If so, let me go now.