Dad went to hospice today
Yesterday, my dad's case worker and doctors informed me that they cannot do any treatments due to his high oxygen and his frailty. He stopped eating over a week ago and then stopped taking some of his meds. So they talked about hospice and started making calls to find a bed.
This morning I was bombarded with calls letting me know they found a bed in a small 3 patient hospice house that the hospital sends their hospice to. So I signed off on it, met the staff, and got him settled in. The staff are amazing and the house is super nice and homey. He seems to like it and he's so glad to be out of the hospital.
This has all gone by so fast. Only 2 weeks ago he called the ambulance and was in the ICU. He has the pleurx drain tube and they got his oxygen down to i think 6L and off of the high flow machine. His only pain seems to be from a bed sore on his bottom. I offered to get him a hamburger or snoball if he was up for it, but he's just not hungry.
Luckily he's still lucid and able to give me info for all of his accounts, since I'm his POA, which is great. I'm taking advantage of that and doing as much as possible to settle accounts, cancel unnecessary subscriptions, handle his car title, and get his last wishes. Once I get all of this straight then I can look for an affordable cremation and see if we want to rent a venue or do something at a family's home to save cash.
I'm mentally exhausted. The social worker let me know there are support groups for cancer and hospice if I want to join virtually since I live over 30 minutes away and have to handle my own health issues. I think I'm gonna need to take that offer. This is so heavy man.