My husband has vascular dementia, incontenance both ways, Foley catheter, and other health issues. Has had numerous UTI’s 2x with sepsis, that have taken significant decline with each episode. This last recent hospitalization he now is in a hospital bed unable to stand to transfer to a wheelchair. His loss of muscular mass is now evident. It is heartbreaking to see him in bed 24/7 not sit with him in our family room where we watch his favorite movies, music, activity of my daily chores, talking, dozing, asking him questions. His declines is mostly physical, he eats well, he knows us, his surroundings and many of his favorite tv shows, although he doesn’t comprehend everything, his thinking skills are not good. His attitude is good, never complains, anyone who calls he tells them he’s having a good day. Thank God, but for the first time the other day, he seemed troubled and I asked him what was wrong, he didn’t seem to want to answer but finally said, this is not good, I need some good news, improvement. It broke my heart. It’s so cruel, the hyper, trivia buff, phys Ed teacher, coach, athlete. I just tried to assure him we’d try to get him up out of bed, but I can’t and my son tried, it was so scary, he is dead weight I thought they both would go down. It lasted an hour in the wheelchair and by the time we got him back in bed he’d had a bowel accident.
I am now able to get hospice for him and as much as I know I need the help and know he’s not going to get better, I’m having a difficult time accepting this decision, crying at a drop of the hat because I’m now faced with the outcome. I’m not ready to lose him, give up on him, I’ve cared and worked so hard these past couple of years to do everything I can to fight this but I’m feeling I can’t fight for him any longer and it is God’s will. Help me Lord💧