Well, here I am again as a carer for someone who suffered for 4 years since last swallowing and managed to hold on with every fight he had!
My dear friend, was put on end of life medicine a couple of days ago because this horrible illness got to his last muscles in his face and could no longer open his mouth, and passed away last night at 11:20pm.
I was so upset that I didn’t go see him yesterday because I thought he wouldn’t want to hear me get upset.
I saw him on Friday, and told him I was sorry our fun ended here, and that I’m so glad our paths crossed, he was such a lovely man. I took him outside even though he couldn’t open his eyes because of the morphine, he went outside in his garden for the last time, I gave him his last shave and haircut and held his hand whilst listening to his favourite music, described to him the colours of the flowers I had bought him and That they were on his bedside table. I was going to go tomorrow and see him but he’s let go, I’m so happy he’s not in any agony anymore even though it hurts for me to let go.
I’m so happy that his loved one was right next to him when he passed away. He would of wanted that.
RIP my friend, you have taught me a lot about my new career as a carer and a lot about myself too, I’ll never forget these memories, I already miss you.