Palace of Care – Intertwined

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I went to visit a famous man in his home. He was well-known locally and internationally. He had achieved great things throughout his life. The last few years were difficult for him due to several illnesses. One bad thing added to another, added to another. A painful condition had developed at the site of a previous radiation treatment. It caused nerve irritation resulting in electricity-like surges of pain even at rest. If you’ve ever knocked your funny bone you’d understand the feeling of nerve pain, but this was much worse. The pain relief he was on didn’t work, and he didn’t want to try anything else. He hadn’t slept for most of the week. His wife hadn’t slept either as she was trying her best to look after him. The hospice nurse had talked to them about admission, but he was reluctant.

I joined the nurse on the home visit, and we were welcomed in by his wife. We went inside and there was a huge pet cat inside, the size of a medium-sized dog. I noted the chairlift as we went upstairs to his bedroom. He had been stuck in bed for weeks as his legs had become weak due to nerve issues. He had developed several skin pressure ulcers. He looked exhausted, he winced in pain. He was constipated and full of frustration. He looked broken and it didn’t take too much to convince him that he needed to be admitted. He needed a general sort-out, especially of his pain. I promised him we would keep him in the inpatient unit for as short a time as possible, and that we would send him home if things improved.

We worked on his pain aggressively and brought it under control fast. His constipation proved to be more stubborn. His skin pressure ulcers responded well to our nursing team’s attention. He hadn’t spent much time apart from his wife and he worried about her when she wasn’t around. He thought she did too much for him and he wanted her to take a break. At the same time, he thought he would miss her too much. They had been together through many hardships and many successes, the highs and lows of a busy intertwined life. Everything had become a struggle in recent weeks because of the loss of mobility. How long could they continue together at home? Would they have to live separately?

Palace of Care – Plot Twist

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Some lives are difficult, relationships do not always go smoothly. Every person has problems, every couple has problems. Some couples have more problems than others. People are not always at their best and might have limited support available. Many people cope by self-medicating with drugs and alcohol. The use of substances worsened their relationship over the years. Her family had never approved of him, and let him know it.

Everything changed when she became unwell. When she really needed his support and love he showed up. He stopped using substances, and the large poultry was cooled rapidly. He was there for her at the clinic appointments. He was there during the hospital admissions. He was there for her for her hospice admission. They were surprised, given the circumstances, that they were so happy. They had privacy, they could spend time together, just the two of them.

She told us that their time spent in hospice had been the best weeks of their entire marriage.

Palace of Care – Low Affinity

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Anything you eat or drink might come back up again.

No, it has been coming back up already. What’s going on?

You’ve got a blockage in your bowel. It acts like a roadblock. If it can’t get through the roadblock things go back up. We can try to loosen up the roadblock with bigger doses of the steroid medication that was started at the weekend. It may or may not work but there may be side effects.

Like?

You might see the psychedelic lights that you saw the other day. That was scary for you. The steroids will worsen your immune system, making it harder for you to recover from the pneumonia which has come back.

Why is this all happening? I don’t feel well, no energy at all. Is the cancer progressing?

Yes, the cancer is getting worse and causing new problems. A bowel blockage and pneumonia at the same time is a serious and dangerous situation. I’m not sure if you’ll recover. We can try increasing your medications to see if they will help. Would you like that?

Yes. Do I need to get another scan?

No, we know what is going on already. A scan might confirm that but it wouldn’t change our management. We’d only do tests if the results would change what we do, otherwise, it wouldn’t be a good use of your time.

So all I can do is sit here and wait?

You can do whatever you feel up to doing, but I don’t want you putting up with pain.

I don’t have any pain.

Or discomfort.

I don’t have any discomfort.

Apart from your back and tummy. You also feel exhausted.

Well, yes but it’s not too bad.

Okay, we’ll work on making you more comfortable, we’re going to adjust your medications now.

The nurse said she’d take me out to the garden.

That’s a good idea, it would be good for you to get some fresh air and sunshine.

Palace of Care – And Then There Were Two

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He didn’t want his wife to be admitted to hospice. She had been ready but he was scared. We had offered admission a few days prior but he had said no. They agreed to come and have a look at our inpatient unit.

On arrival, they realised there was nothing to be scared of and agreed to stay for a symptom control admission. The pain had been worsening and the wife had been reluctant to take any medication as she was worried it might worsen her liver impairment. They liked the safe room we had to offer, and were happy to stay.

Over the next month, our patient only left her room to have investigations or procedures done. We encouraged her to spend at home and we would hold her bed but to no avail. She didn’t think they would cope at home. The thought of leaving our place freaked them out.

Everyone was saddened by her death, none more so than her husband. After we farewelled her, he thanked us and said that if he was dying he would want to die at our place as we had looked after his wife so well.

I think therefore I am? – My Left-Handed Life

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Life is full of changes. Change is one constant you can count on always being there. Things happen and you have a choice to make. Whether to accept the changes or not. My injured right middle finger has led to some adaptations in my daily life. I have been using my left hand a lot more than usual. I have had to count on it for many of the things I do daily. For example, I have had to modify my showering and toileting. The application of armpit deodorant and body moisturiser was difficult the first few times but the seldom used nerve pathways supplying my left hand have had to spring into action. Dishwashing and cooking have become newer left-handed experiences.

I have had to modify my typing style. Have I consciously avoided typing the word ‘milk’? Or was it another symptom of my adult lactose intolerance? Problems of this ilk never troubled me before. Likely they will disappear once the finger has healed. I hope it will heal and I am not left with a permanent disability. I’ve had to perform physical examinations with my left hand. What other effects has this partial left-handedness had on my brain?

How would it feel to permanently lose body functions? These are situations which my patients have to grapple with. Incurable illness can lead to permanent loss of ability – disability. This may lead to the permanent loss of jobs and other important life roles. The losses all add up and add to the burden of suffering. When your actual whole person is threatened, and life as you knew it will never fully return. Each loss is grieved over and may or may not be accepted. A distressed physical body affects the emotions, affects the spirit, and affects your family/community. The ripples can affect many people in the wake of the initial insult.

How do people stop themselves from falling into despair when there is nothing guaranteed apart from ongoing deterioration? Some people cope well, others don’t cope at all, and most people are somewhere in between. A rock and a hard place? They need help, guidance and optimisation of community support. What can be done to make life less difficult? Which services or staff members need to be involved?

Palace of Care – Death of an Elder

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A mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother died. This news spread quickly around the world. Condolences were sent from many different countries. Nothing would ever be the same again for her family or their world. An end of an era. She had ruled for many decades and the whole household had to be on its best behaviour. Nothing would escape her notice despite the loss of major senses.

They were constantly reminded of where they had come from and who was responsible for their comfortable lives. She was ancient when her reign finally ended. There would be mixed emotions. Sadness would predominate but if everyone was being honest it would be twinged with some relief.

In her day she had been formidable, nothing could stop her from bending the will of others. The last years had become increasingly difficult. She required loyalty above all. Her body wouldn’t answer the mind’s questions anymore.

She caught COVID from her great-grandchild who had brought it home from a school camp. She survived it with no ill effect. If anything the virus seemed to sharpen her failing cognition.

Too many falls over the years but the last one was the worst. Concussion and almost death. She went into the local hospice and survived for several months after discharge.

We paid our respects with four generations of members gathered to say goodbye to her.

Rest in peace Matriarch.

Palace of Care – A Reluctant Patient

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I first met our reluctant patient in the outpatient clinic with his girlfriend. It had taken a number of phone calls before he would come in for assessment. He was scared of hospice and had resisted his Oncologist referring him to us. He didn’t know what we were about and what he didn’t know frightened him.

He had been unwell with cancer for over a year with severe pain making him unable to sit or lie down for more than an hour at a time. Sleep was difficult for him and he was woken up several times a night by burning pain that spread down his right leg. He wasn’t keen on any changes in medication, and it took much negotiation for him to allow us to increase the doses of the pain relief agents he was already taking. He didn’t want to consider anything new, just yet. As his pain was so severe I offered to admit him into the inpatient unit but he wanted to stay at home.

Over the next month, his pain did improve but any relief would only last for a few days at best. We again offered to admit him for pain control but he still wasn’t ready. Some weeks later the pain had worsened bringing tears to his eyes. His mother and girlfriend were exhausted and felt helpless as they couldn’t help reduce hisWith encouragement from his mother and girlfriend he agreed to be admitted.

We started him on a different opioid that afternoon. The next morning he was full of smiles. He told us he was pain-free for the first time in two years. He stayed a few more days as we helped him with other issues, and then he went home. As well as good pain control we had built a trusting relationship that would help during his next admissions.

Palace of Care – Hold On

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We’d been trying to admit her for weeks, but she had not been keen. We had her on the admission list for a whole week but she said that she had to sort out something for her children and couldn’t come in. I thought that it might be an excuse, as a lot of people are still scared of hospice. Most people have not had anything to do with hospice but they may have some pre-conceived idea of what hospice might be. Often this is inaccurate, and can generate a lot of fear.

It took some convincing by the hospital palliative care team before she would finally agree to coming in to hospice. She was still nervous but her favourite cousin had promised that she would go in with her. They had grown up together and they were best friends, but this had been taken to a completely different level once the cancer diagnosis had been made five months ago. Something was wrong as she had lost a lot of weight, without trying to. Life had been busy for many years with her five children, and her partner could not always be counted upon. It was her cousin who had attended all the Oncology appointments with her. Her cousin had been there for all the chemotherapy sessions. Having her cousin accompany her to hospice was comforting and if there was anything scary, she would be there for her.

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