Last June, my dad was had to go to the emergency room where my mom and I found out that he has stage four lung and back cancer and knew about it for at least six months prior. In September, he had to go to the emergency room again. My mom called me and told me to come home (I live in NC now - they're in VA) as she thought time was near.
Early September -
After coming back home from the hospital, he was admitted to outpatient hospice care and according to my mom, only had a few weeks to couple months left. Fortunately for me, my work was extremely supportive and told me to work from home for as long as I need. So I packed up a few weeks of clothes and went back to VA.
Since I've been home, when I am not working, I've been helping my mom do things that she has always relied on my dad to do for her.
Late December -
Four months after leaving the hospital and being in hospice care, his health and well-being has hardly changed. The only signs of degrading health is that he needs to use the walker to go to the bathroom sign late November or so. Besides that, he's been bedridden this whole time. And spends most of the day sleeping on and off, eating, and watching TV.
What's been bugging me is how relatively "fine" he is. I'm not complaining about spending more time with him. But when we were told that he should've been gone months ago; it's been getting more frustrating as time goes on. Like I said earlier, I've came home from NC to VA. My brand new house (which I bought last winter) and life are all down there. In fact, my ex-girlfriend of four years broke up with me late September because she just couldn't handle me being up here the entire time until things concluded (and other problems that I couldn't help resolve because I was too far away). I feel very trapped and my life feels like it's on hold for basically a prolonged, poor quality of bedridden life.
I under stand health professionals aren't always 100% right, but how can they be this off to where people that come to visit him ask me if he's been getting better?