My best friend is nearly at the end of his road with glioblastoma.
He has been amazing throughout his illness , positive, strong and courageous.
we have lived with the diagnosis for 17 months, had all the treatments and the other treatments.
I have never expected any miracles, but I have been so unprepared for these end months.
my best friend is still here
After being admitted to hospital due to fits, we stayed there for about a week and were then transferred to the local hospice
We were worried about even the word 'hospice' but it was amazing there. It was a beautiful,caring, clean and loving environment.
Unfortunately, I didn't realise that once there you can only stay a while ...
my lovely best friend could only stay for 10 days there and improved, mainly because he was happy there.
it was decided between the hospice and the next of kin that he had to move.
We are now one week later...
It was decided by the people who have 'his best inerests ' to move him to an old people's home , that caters for dementia.
he is my world
he is NOT an old person and he does not have DEMENTIA!
The home is not a bad place, but it is not the place for my love.
he can no longer walk, talk,eat or drink.
He will now end his life , surrounded by noise, disruption and chaos and apparently there are no places for people with brain tumours!
Why is this?
i was not able to care for him as I am not his next of kin and it was decided he was no longer able to make his own decisions,
I am so sorry for you all at the beginning of this trip and wish you well
i have looked for answers and help and found none