I wanted to share what my dads decline was like in the end of ESLD. I will start with a little background: he was 63, lived alone, drank heavily for over 15 years, had many drinking related health issues/hospital stays over the years-many of which they would detox him or in his words "fix" him (give him fluids/electrolytes ,etc) then send him back home and he would drink again sometimes within weeks maybe even go as long as a month sometimes. In June 2012 he was in a coma for weeks because a neighbor found him outside unconscious for hours without oxygen to his brain and he aspirated. He came out of that one and drank again. They told him then if he continued to drink he wouldn't live a year- fast forward 4 years and he was still here. Lastly I wanted to add all the car accidents, times in court, DUIs, house arrests, overnights in jail, mandated AA meetings, neighbors finding him, local bars calling, I could go on.
Ok now June 2016... (sober since June 1) he calls me and says his legs are filling up with fluid and seeping so we go to his regular doctor. He also complains of weakness, tiredness, can not sleep, and forgetfulness. (He would one simple task and then have to take a break). I sit in with him on the appointment and the doctor says based on everything his liver is no longer functioning or is functioning at a very low percentage. My dad didn't believe him. The doctor scheduled regular paracentesis (he's had them in the past, just never on a regular schedule) and scheduled him with his regular liver doctor and now referred him to a kidney doctor. At this point my dad looked so ill-full of fluid but loss of muscle, difficult walking, couldn't open things, loss of fine motor skills, couldn't lift things, crazy mood swings, and irritability. A few weeks went by of me doing everything from grocery shopping- at this point he wanted to still try to come, to transportation, manage his house, bills, appointments, pharmacy and meds, laundry, housekeeping, the list goes on... I get a phone call from him early to mid July saying he has to go to the hospital, I get to his house (dizzy, light headed, so weak) he argues with me about calling an ambulance and gets in my car. I drove him pulling over along with way so he could throw up. We get there his potassium was dangerously high and he gets admitted for a week. They talk about what he should eat and what kind of diet he should be on and that now his kidneys are working overtime because his liver isn't working. He gets mad at the staff bc they can't "fix him" this time and goes home. Lasts about a week or two at home .. at this point the HE was getting worse and he could no longer be independent which made him very angry (actually he couldn't be independent for a while now and it came out to us that doctors in May said he needs to consider assisted living). This whole time my sisters and I and health professionals tried to talk him into not living alone he refused and yelled at everyone . So then I get a call from him saying he needs to go to the hospital.. I get to his house and he was crawling to the door he could barely make it. Against his wishes (he wanted to get in my car again) I called an ambulance. He had dangerously low blood pressure...
ok this is getting long so I'm going to do a part 2 later today.