Almost exactly 18 months ago, my then 87 year old father, after feeling unwell and having some fluid problems with his lungs was diagnosed with stage-4 lung cancer. He turned down treatment and died at home a couple days before Christmas last year. I've come away from the experience very unhappy with the medical system. There's a long list, things that in any other industry would be prosecuted. The medical and hospic…
When my Dad was on his deathbed at home with lung cancer my Mom was in charge of administering the morphine dropper on a schedule like she was shown to do by the hospice nurse. I was younger then, not dealing with it well so was self-medicating & was very out of it. No appropriate situational awareness at all.
The next morning after he was dead I was cleaning up & thought it odd that his morphine bottle was still half full but didn't think much of it. His body didn't look quite right either but being the first dead body I'd ever seen how would I know something was off? Decades later I learned his hands wouldn't go together because when he had died he was pushing her off him with all his strength while she was suffocating him. So on top of not getting his morphine he had her probably on top of his distended belly with all that pain exceeding what was already unimaginable, suffocating him.
Before my Mom died she asked me if he'd molested me & I was surprised. I told her no, of course not, & soon afterward she started mismanaging her diabetes just a bit more than usual. She died of a heart attack a few months later- presumably from the diabetes. Though I think it was a suicide after realizing what she had done to Dad.