Hello all,
It’s been a long time since I came on line. My heart/soul/spirit have been sad, mad and broken!!!
You may (or may not) remember me, the wife of Ras King P. I joined this wonderful group in December, 2018, after returning from what would become our last vacation together, in Bermuda.
I have met virtual friends, have been counseled by educators and made lasting friendship in this group, for that I will be eternally grateful.
After returning from Bermuda the King begun to decline, and by February he was hospitalized and we found out this beast called PC had metastasized to his liver and extensively to his bones. (I was sitting at his bedside when I learnt of my own mom’s death in a politically torn South American country, another post).
He was readmitted the end of March, April and lastly in May. He had an appointment with his Pain Specialist, who immediately admitted him. He spent 10 days in the hospital and couldn’t wake up for 3 days. Honestly I thought he was in a hepatic coma and wouldn’t live. He woke up, came home on Home Hospice and it was the beginning of the end. Within 6 plus weeks he was gone.
I am grateful that he died peacefully at home, June, 30th, at 7:27 am, surrounded by our two children, myself, and our dog Emilio, it was his his heart’s desire.
My hear is broken, my mind is confused, and my soul and spirit are heavy with the pain of grief. I am “a strong woman,” they all keep saying, but now one understands that void, that emptiness, that the pain of compound grief brings.
I am a Clinical Educator, and have worked in health care for the last 41 years, every bit I learnt in school and in practice couldn’t prepared me for this!!! In retrospect, apart from the clinical aspect of care , everything else was a life lesson. The most difficult was dealing with the insurance companies, he died. Without them approving increase custodial care. I had to privately hire private aides to help me manage his care. Many were lousy care givers, lying to me, taking their shoes off and falling asleep on my day bed at 9 am, yelling at him for dropping his pillow on the floor. We had a horrible Hospice Nurse, who went away on Memorial Day weekend, leaving him without Fentanyl Patches, to never re ordering his medications, and telling me her Hospice Program doesn’t provide preventative skin care products, etc etc.
Grateful for those who were there with me until the end. Special thanks to S and Lady S who have since become an integral part of my support system, family forever...Virtual hugs for you two saints.
Thanks to all of my HU family who messaged me, offered sound advice.
As my friend who has always made me laugh on this chat, “good health”