I know this sounds ungrateful etc etc but I can't forgive them
Im coming up to the first anniversary of my dad dying and I still can't put this behind me
sorry for talking in riddles,
here goes, my dad was 83 when he died and had already won a round against cancer but it came back unfortunately and had to have chemotherapy and at his age that nearly killed him, but believe it or not he did have a brief time when his cancer gave in and then Covid hit and he was shielding, so I couldn't go to see him, the nice thing about posting here is everyone knows what I'm saying . In March last year he was taken into hospital because he had had a couple of falls and this was put down to him not eating properly as the chemotherapy had wrecked his appetite and his sense of taste, so they tried to feed him up and hoped to send him home in two weeks, well while he was in hospital he had a stroke and this is where things started to go very wrong, he survived the stroke as well and was sort of recovering,
every ward/ hospital they moved him to kept treating him for an infection and would give him antibiotics, we all asked what sort of infection and the hospital didn't have an answer, we all asked is it his cancer come back and for about 6 weeks this comment was ignored until I finally spoke to a doctor who listened and said he would send him for tests as there was no point beasting him through stroke rehab when he should be receiving palliative care , at this point he had been in hospital 10 weeks and finally his cancer doctor was spoken to and he was moved to the cancer ward, I should point out that non of what I'm about to say applies to the cancer ward
while on the other wards and there were far to many to mention, one ward forgot to feed him and when my mum went to visit his dinner was cold beside him, he needs help to eat as stroke effected his right side, this same ward worked out his morphine dose wrong and overdosed him, my dad became awkward about using the hoist for toileting as he wanted to use a commode, so the nurses left him 5 days before he finally had no option other than to mess himself, those nurses clearly didn't realise what it's like to be an 83 year old with skin like tissue paper, the hoist used to pinch and hurt him and he was covered in bruises, the nurses kept putting his drinks on his right side, so while he managed to drink one glass of water he couldn't reach or lift the jug to refill the glass, and he was thirsty, because when I got to visit at end of life a nurse offered us a cup of tea and I asked if dad could have one to and drank that, however moving onto the energy drinks, dad hated the juice flavours but didn't mind the shakes, the whole family told anyone responsible for dads care this and again we were ignored and they kept putting them on his right side so he couldn't drink them anyway
while I visited there were people coming into his room every five minutes, I can't believe no one noticed his empty glass and that it didn't occur to anyone he was enable to help himself
the nurses I'm talking about, all they saw was an old man and a waste of time and why can't he die, he was young like them once and they will be old like him one day
my dad was going to die, all I wanted for him was to be as comfortable as possible and feel safe in his last few days, that would of made all the difference
they also left it so late to check that it was his cancer that they didn't have time to arrange for him to die at home where he wanted to be
I can thank the funeral directors for their kindness, they made sure that he went home one last time as they brought him from Torquay all the way to Brixham and did a lap of the harbour , the place he was born and the place he loved
okay I will no stand back and take the flack