Sunday, September 19, 2010 8:44 PM, MDT
Monday, September 20, 2010 8:39 PM, MDT
Thursday, September 23, 2010 8:51 PM, MDT
I now know that this is the beginning of the end. I think it is good that I didn't know that he was dieing. I would not have had the hope that I did. The staff was very hopeful that he would do well at home as well. If we knew that he was dieing would he have been allowed to stay at the hospital? Would I have been forced to take him home or a nursing home? I don't know for sure but I am pretty sure that he wouldn't have been able to stay in rehab. With his needing dialysis it would have been difficult to take him home. My decision to take him home was made with the idea that he would improve, not get worse. So, if I knew that he wasn't going to improve I don't know what I would have done. It was difficult sometimes to get Bill to cooperate because (I know now because of him having strokes) he was confused and sometimes didn't know were he was or what was going on. Getting him to dialysis may have been nearly impossible at times so where would we have gone if we knew?
It was very strange that at times his mind was good and others not good at all. I would like to know why? I think the doctors may not even know the whys. Maybe some day I will get the chance to talk to the doctor and ask him. Not that it really makes any difference. It would just be my curiosity. The fevers were never explained either.
Bill knew he was home those times that I was allowed to take him home and he did really good then. He was very cooperative and it did not seem like it would be hard to bring him home. I think it made him happy to come home, even if he didn't remember it the next day.
The surgery that Bill had that day made me very nervous. I am not sure that Bill knew what was going on and I was scared of the anesthesia and what it may do to his mind. It turns out that it seemed to clear it considerably. He seemed to know where he was and what was going on. I mentioned this to his nurse and they saw the improvement too. I have no idea what that means now or if it means anything. It just gave me some hope.
I think that I was very naive about what it would take to bring Bill home and care for him. I just realized as I write this that everyone, including the doctors, thought that he would improve and get better. I was going with that I guess. So things would get easier over time. Also I was very tired of the hospital and the schedule was starting to wear on me. I just couldn't keep it up. It was also very, very hard on Jalyn. I had asked the nursing staff how much longer they thought that Bill would have stayed if I had not pushed for taking him home, and they said probably only a week longer. If I had not pushed to take him home he would not have gotten to go home. He would have had the stroke in the hospital and never gotten home. Sad
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