It was the second admission for our patient and it was going to be his last one.
He had been beautifully cared for by his family over many months, but the last week had been terrible. He was agitated, restless, and did not know what to do with himself. His wife wanted him to come back into hospice for end of life care.
On admission he was only semi-conscious, agitated and not able to talk clearly. His body was so unwell that his mind was no longer able to be lucid. Although he tried so hard to be there, it looked as if he was in-between two worlds. His family reported that he was seeing ancestors that had died previously.
I didn’t mince words and tried to be as clear to them as possible. No surprises!
He is so unwell, so exhausted. He is dying.
I purposefully used the word dying at least five times during the 15 minutes of my visit.Continue reading