Some of you may remember the saga of my poor 93 year old Dad and all the trials and tribulations he endured in hospital and with hopeless care at home over the last 6 months - and I was very grateful for all your very supportive posts.
I just thought I would let you know that he died at 11.30 this morning - thankfully he was in the residential home where he was cared for so well and with such love and kindness.
For the last few weeks he has had some non-specific infection and has been on two courses of antibiotics. He has been reluctant to eat or to be fed, but has been taking fluid. He has been asleep most of the time and had lost interest in anything. I spoke to him on the phone the day before yesterday and he said he did not feel well and just wanted to sleep.
I went out to a friend's this morning and asked my OH to ring me there if there were any calls from the home - I had a premonition that he would die today - strange isn't it?
As soon as I heard that he was worse, I rang the home to ask that they should not let him be taken into hospital - he had just died when I got through.
In many ways it is a huge relief, although niggling away at the back of my mind is the fact of his unnecessary fall in hospital and the subsequent anaesthetic that was the start of his real decline. It is no good wondering how things might have been if he had not had that fall - we cannot dwell on this and have to hang on to the fact that eventually we managed to organise some good care and he was in a homely and comfortable setting when he died.
xWhat are you avoiding doing in this heat?
