My DH had a massive tumour discovered in his chest 11 weeks ago. His only option was surgery, which he had 12 days and 10 days ago (15 hours plus 4 hours, kept sedated in between). Progress has been two forward one back, but Friday was his best day. He was lucid and extubated and able to brush his teeth.
Today (Saturday) was hell. He is confused and delirious, thought that I hadn't ever visited, wanted the tv turned on that wasn't there, was quite agitated and aggressive /sarcastic alternating with being hyper-affable and apologising.
I don't know who this man is and am terrified and tearful. I don't want to visit although I miss him so much it hurts.
Has anyone else been through this? How did you cope?