Dad is fading, I took him to see his VA doc Tuesday, and we discussed getting Hospice in place. Dad was all for it and said he was ready to go.
I did the intake evals with the nurse, and social worker, and signed the Hospice papers on Friday. Dad will be able to stay home, and comfortable. They have been sending supplies and info, and have been very supportive. I have been down this road with mother, so some of it is known.
Dad is in no pain, other than the occasional twinge from a pressure sore, that the nurse and I have been aggressively treating. We get a hospital bed on Monday, and that will help with re-positioning him, and changing him. He is very weak, and fragile. He is taking some liquids, but it is difficult for him. He doesn't really want to eat anything, nothing tastes good, not even his ol favorites. If he decides he would like a certain food, I make it and two bites later he says, no thanks.
We talked about his last wishes for quite sometime the other night. He wants to give me all the guns but two, all his tools, and the much prized fly rod & reel that was my grandpa's. (I'm not looking forward to when my brother finds this out.)
Dad doesn't want any services, just his ashes scattered at an old hunting camp in the high country.
|Dad & his best friend Oscar|
It's where he scattered his best friend's ashes years ago. I asked him if he wanted to be driven up there or flown. "Do you think you could fly my ashes up there, Sis?" " Damn straight I will if that's what you want!" I replied. He got a big grin on his face, and said that would be good, he would like that very much.
My brother is on his way from Idaho to see him, and I kinda think Dad is just hanging tough long enough to speak to him.