jwstewar
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Dad has had vascular dementia for a few years. Which in turn has caused him to have several strokes and TIAs. Back on Oct. 7, he had another stroke. Oct. 9 because of the strokes damaging his ability to swallow the Drs. wanted to insert a feeding tube. So we let them. Oct. 11, he was released from the hospital to a nursing home/rehad center for couple of weeks for therapy and for Mom to get comfortable with the feeding tube. Oct. 12, he pulled the feeding tube out. The nurse at the nursing home reinserted the tube. Since it was such a new tube, it shouldn't have been reinserted because the stomach had fallen away from the abdominal wall. The tube just went into his body. So everything that went into the tube just went into the abdominal cavity and everything that was going into the stomach was coming out of the hole going into the abdominal cavity. They took him to the hospital on the morning of Oct. 13 because they noticed seepage around the tube. After a couple of hours the hospital sent him back to the nursing home. About 2 hours later (about 3:55 PM) he actually coded. They did CPR and revived him and took him back to the hospital. The new staff at the ER then determined what the cause was and did an immediate surgery to clean him out. They gave him almost no chance to make it through the surgery. But he did. He also made it through the next couple of days. Unfortunately, a series of events including the vascular dimentia, the pek line being inserted into an artery instead of a vain, and the agressive use of blood pressure medicine to keep blood going to his heart, lungs, and brain caused a loss of circulation to his right leg. They ended up amputating his leg above the knee. Monica and I made a promise to him that we would bring him home with us and take care of him. We stood good to that promise. He came home the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. He wasn't able to eat, but we included him as much as we could, while still "shielding" him from the food. He also celebrated his 72nd B-day on the 29th of Nov. with us. He didn't know it was my birthday yesterday, but I spent the evening in his room here at the house with him last night. Little did I know that would be the last time we spent together. Other than helping to clean him up throughout the night a time or two. I was leaving for work this morning. I couldn't find him. He had squirmed his way down between the matress and the bedrails trying to make his way over to the bed we had set up for Mom. I touched him and I knew. I screamed for Monica and she came running down stairs and Mom said I was as white as the walls and she said what happened. My response. Dad just died.
I love you Dad, always have and always will. I will miss you. You were my best friend and we grew from me being your helper to you being my helper. I can't help but looking at my garage and thinking about you and hard we worked on building. You aren't hungry anymore because you are sitting at God's dining room table.
Bye Dad. I love you.
I love you Dad, always have and always will. I will miss you. You were my best friend and we grew from me being your helper to you being my helper. I can't help but looking at my garage and thinking about you and hard we worked on building. You aren't hungry anymore because you are sitting at God's dining room table.
Bye Dad. I love you.