Today my dad went into hospice care and the guilt I feel is absolutely crushing me.
Back story is he got diagnosed 2018 with bowel cancer. After having a major operation and opting for a colostomy bag for life we thought that was it as they couldn’t find any more traces of cancer.. However in 2019 he suffered what we thought was a stroke but actually turned out to be brain metastasis. Since then he has had 2 major brain surgery’s, brain radiotherapy, radiotherapy on his spine, and every chemo going. In that time it has spread to his lungs, liver, spine and very recently his knee. There has been many times in the past year and a half especially that I have thought he would not make it much longer and every time he has carried on fighting and got better and life has carried on inbetween all the constant appointments.
however lately I could tell the treatments were not really working anymore, and I was right. Although the cancer has been kept at bay in his body, the brain metasis have developed significantly and in the space of 2 weeks he has rapidly deteriorated to the point where he now can barely stand or walk. Doesn’t know who we are and can hardly speak. Yet he is adamant he wants to still do things like walk to the toilet etc which has led to a fall and him wearing himself out. For the last week between me and my mom we have been with him 24/7 as we were petrified he would fall over again and really hurt himself. There have been carers and nurses coming out and they have been amazing but in the middle of the night while I’m trying to hold him up in one hand and phone the nurses on the other to get them to come out and help him it’s just been impossible. He is deteriorating so fast that we just aren’t able to offer him the care and safety he really needs and so today he went into a hospice. He was very stressed out by this and extremely agitated it took them hours to calm him when he went in, even though he went in quite happily (he kept thinking his bedroom at home was already a hospital).
Nurses, friends etc all keep telling me it’s the best decision and he will get the care he needs and of course I will still be visiting him every day but I can’t help feeling so guilty and like I’ve let him down. I just want him to be comfortable and not in pain. Seeing him suddenly not know how to do simple things, clutching at things that aren’t there, not understanding simple things or even who I am is just heartbreaking. I don’t even know why I am writing all this I just feel so guilty. Have I made the right decision :(