Hello,
In October of 2010, my Father (age 70) was diagnosed with esophogeal cancer stage 3. From that point on I made up my mind I would be his primary caregiver on a full time basis. My Mother is in a wheel chair and is unable to provide care for him. He did chemo twice and radiation once. I knew this was a treatable but not cureable cancer. When the oncologist came to a point he could do no more, he sent him to UC Davis for a treatment they do there (PDT). During all his treatments he was a very sick man, Never did return to his old self or even close. He was sick ALL the time and in pain. At this point I knew how to deal with all Dad's needs (pain meds, peg tube feedings, doc appts and so on). This went on for 19 months. So when he developed ascitis and pleural efusion (had to drain around his lungs 5 times) we took him back to his oncologist. At this point he couldn't swallow anything. Oncologist could see what a sick man he was and said we should call hospice.
Now all I've heard is how wonderful hospice is......NOT. I callled them and the nurse came and explained it to us. Very cold, not compassionate straight to the point and how they are all about comfort. Told him he would no longer have his doctors and he would be under nurses care who then consult their doctors. It basically sounded like by signing up you were at their mercy and ready to die. She must of used the word "hospice" 30 times. At the end of her presentation she could see the confused look on our faces and says "looks like your not quiet there yet" and we would keep in touch. Well a few days went by and he was getting worst I thought maybe we could at least get some moral support. Another nurse came out and we signed up with hopes for some help with pain control. She was a sweetheart. Well, that eve my Dad went out on his porch with Mom to see his garden (this would be his last time) Went back into his bedroom and died 36 hrs later. Well when he was close to passing, we called the hotline and they sent out a nurse (happended to be the first nurse who gave the heartless presentation) to evaluate. She says, wont be long, he's getting close, won't be more than a few hours. She must have pumped 5-6 syringes of meds while she was there. She says call me when he passes. HuHHHH? During all this I had asked for a brochure at least 3 times as I heard it was very imformative. He passes about 3 hrs later. We call her she comes about 1/2 hr later. Very business like. Needed me to make room for her computer as she has allot of paperwork to do. She refers to him as "the body", mentioned coroners office many times. It sounded like a crime scene. Here my Mom just last her bestfriend of 55 years. He was not "a body" to her. Although she did give us time alone with him. Well that was 2 weeks ago. Haven't heard anything from them regarding grieving groups...and I still havent gotten a brochure. As it was, we would of done better without them. Has anyone else had this kind of experience with hospice?
Jules