How doctors die, not like the rest of us !

(snip)You get caught up in a lot of doubt, uncertainty and guilt over this. You never know whether you are doing the right thing or the wrong thing.
So true Don...

In the latter stages of Alz regarding my FIL, my MIL was unable to decide whether or not to put him in a nursing home. Her daughter, (my SIL) could not bear to think of him being sent to a nursing home. Even though I felt it was time, I would not voice my opinion as he was not my father.

He fell several times and had to be taken to the hospital. He was becoming aggressive and almost impossible to handle. Several meds were tried, but it seemed as if nothing worked. It finally got to the point where they placed him in the hospital to try another med (don't remember the name). After three days, he had a heart attack and passed away.

My daddy could no longer take care of my momma, so he had to put her in the nursing home. I agreed with him as I had seen just how bad the progression can get. She fell several times as well. They could not tether her to her wheelchair, so falling for her was a problem. She was in the 'wandering' mode...this meant they had to give her drugs to slow/calm her down. Well, they did slow her down, and before we knew it, she was bedridden and could no longer walk. Even though we didn't have to worry about her falling again, she developed other problems. One of which was pneumonia...which took her life.

My MIL had so many different things wrong with her, the family decided to stop the meds and just try to keep her comfortable. We were so concerned about her being in pain, but the pain specialists did their job well.

We did the best we could with our parents, but yes...there will always be 'what ifs'.
The progression. They evaluated him for hospice a few months ago and decided to wait. This time they think he is ready. As you know from your research, this could be a long process and he could improve and come back out of hospice. Alzheimers isn't a fast disease.
My FIL was diagnosed with Alz in November of 2002...he passed away in September of 2008. My momma was diagnosed in May of 2005 and passed away a month ago.

(snip)My belated condolences...

Watching my father's last years made me decide to stay free of megacorps. Life is just too short, particularly for a guy approaching middle age. I do not subscribe to the current notion that 70 is the new 50, the new middle age. Hell, who's to say I will live into my 70s?
Thank you...my condolences to you NW...

Yes, losing my momma was a wake up call for me as well. I don't fret quite as much over the budget. Losing her has changed my life in many ways.
And more than that, I started to spend more money, compared to previous years when I worked hard while telling myself that I would enjoy the fruit of my labor later in my golden years. No, no, baby... If not now, then when?

To borrow the lyrics from Santana,
"You've got to change your frugal way, baby...
Before your life is over, baby..."
I like your style. :)
 
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The progression. They evaluated him for hospice a few months ago and decided to wait. This time they think he is ready. As you know from your research, this could be a long process and he could improve and come back out of hospice. Alzheimers isn't a fast disease.
We did the best we could with our parents, but yes...there will always be 'what ifs'.
Thanks. I'm taking notes.

I get similar phone calls about my father, and it's tempting to second-guess the decision my brother would make "on the scene" if he'd gotten the call before I did. But then I call my brother, we talk about the options, and I support the decision he makes. I also try not to pester for updates. It's hard enough already.

Dad took care of his insurance and his finances well enough that I don't think he'll outlive them.

Due to my dad's address change to Hawaii and his Medicare status and his previous charitable donations, the local Alzheimer's organization has started pelting us with donation requests. I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but it's difficult to have a positive impression of a support group when their marketing is so out of touch.

I'm beginning to realize that our Alzheimer's support group is right here.
 
I do need to add one more thought about the end of life...

Momma was in the nursing home for almost a year. During that time, she never seemed to recognize me. But she was able to recognize daddy most of the time. As a matter of fact, two days before she died, she 'puckered up' and waited on a kiss from daddy.

So, even though it may seem your loved one can not hear/understand you...never say anything you would not want them to hear. ...we just never know.
 
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My XDW, an RN, pretty much expressed the same sentiments - that way too much invasive care goes on when realistically, all hope is lost. The trick is to have enough knowledge to know when you have reached that tipping point. It would take a very candid doctor to share that information.
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I've done that many times. Once, the mother of the baby yelled at me: "you murderess!". Three weeks later, she was ready to have her baby receive palliative care. Thank goodness! The staff and physicians had significant moral distress delivering intensive care to this unfortunate baby.

I've been involved in two CPR attempts and both failed. At my last Red Cross class, I asked the instructor to share the statistics with the class, so that they knew in advance that it probably won't work. It is a heavy burden to wonder if you somehow screwed up the CPR and let someone die.

Knowing that the survivability of a cardiac arrest outside of a hospital is <2%, you should feel good that you tried, no matter what the outcome.
 
I've done that many times. Once, the mother of the baby yelled at me: "you murderess!". Three weeks later, she was ready to have her baby receive palliative care. Thank goodness! The staff and physicians had significant moral distress delivering intensive care to this unfortunate baby.


The kindest thing you can do for a family is give them that wake -up call . When my late husband was in the ICU for several months I basically went into denial and I thank the kidney specialist who finally gave me the wake up call and the strength to make some hard decisions .
 
The kindest thing you can do for a family is give them that wake -up call . When my late husband was in the ICU for several months I basically went into denial and I thank the kidney specialist who finally gave me the wake up call and the strength to make some hard decisions .

Wow, that must have been difficult. Even nurses can have denial, I guess!
 
Wow, that must have been difficult. Even nurses can have denial, I guess!
There has probably never been a human being who didn't sometimes seek refuge in denial. Life is sometimes just too painful to look it straight in the eye.

Ha
 
It is a heavy burden to wonder if you somehow screwed up the CPR and let someone die.

Knowing that the survivability of a cardiac arrest outside of a hospital is <2%, you should feel good that you tried, no matter what the outcome.

You may also feel better to know that wondering about it is normal, too.
I still have "what ifs" pop into my head about CPRs I ran 5 or 10 years ago, and I know many coworkers who relive such codes as well.

R/
LB
 
Yes. A very interesting and thought provoking article.

Just went through this situation with my friend and her family. She was put on life support and eventually had to be taken off that. In her situation (and probably many others) is there was mixed information. One doctor/nurse might say, this looks very grim, where another might say, there still is a chance the patient might bounce back. As family and friends of the patient, we want to hear what we want to hear. Some hospitals aren't the best in giving updates on how the patient is doing. So as a result, the family has to speculate.

The balancing that a family needs to do, IMHO, is to know that the family tried their best to give their loved one a fighting chance, but also know when enough is enough. Easier said than done.
 
" But, I have often thought that the best thing for an 80+ person passed out with a heart attack would be to sit quietly with them for an hour or two before calling it in.
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That exact scenario (almost) happened with my mom. She had a DNR order but rescinded it after going to live with my sister - her quality of life had improved dramatically (retirement home horror story), her health was fairly stable although she was on oxygen 24/7. Right after New Year's she felt ill and was diagnosed with pneumonia. She came home after a couple of days in hospital. That night, my sister (who is a nurse) went into mom's room but couldn't wake her.

So there was the dilemma: if the DNR had been in place, there would have been no question. But my sister didn't want to be the one responsible for deciding whether mom lived or died. She was taken to hospital and put on a ventilator.

When she came to, she told the doctors that if she couldn't come off the vent, she wanted to pull the plug. They agreed.

The trach caused a massive ulceration in her throat which caused extreme pain. Mom was no wimp - she had dental extractions without benefit of novocaine or anesthesia. She suffered horrendous pain the whole time she was on the vent.

There was no way to win on this. If my sis had let her go, she would have felt guilty and, no doubt, other siblings would have blamed her. No doubt we would always have wondered if mom could have survived this - she survived a lot worse in her day.

In the end, though, mom was faced with the decision to basically commit suicide (albeit with medical help and the full support of all of her kids). The end result was that mom spent the last month of her life in both physical and mental agony - because she was never ready to die and kept postponing the decision. We finally begged her to stop worrying about it and learn to live with the vent andor let nature take its course.

She died a week after we all left to go home (we're scattered across the country)

The only good thing that came of it was that we got to say goodbye. But at what price? I wish we could turn back the clock and stop my sister from calling 911 - mom would have died peacefully in her sleep. Instead, she endured weeks of pain and terror. But - she got to say goodbye. I'm still not absolutely sure it was worth it.


Thanks for letting me vent.
 
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......... We finally begged her to stop worrying about it and learn to live with the vent andor let nature take its course.

She died a week after we all left to go home (we're scattered across the country)..........

MY XDW worked in a local hospital and was present at a lot of natural deaths. Frequently, death occurred right after the family gathered and gave the person permission to go. I comment because I think that it is important to know that loved ones need this permission.
 
MY XDW worked in a local hospital and was present at a lot of natural deaths. Frequently, death occurred right after the family gathered and gave the person permission to go. I comment because I think that it is important to know that loved ones need this permission.

I think it was something like that. I felt really bad because she wanted me to stay. I delayed my return by a week, but I had been away on vacation for 3 weeks in Tahiti when she was first hospitalized, and had only been back to work a couple of days when we got the call to head home.

I just didn't want to jeopardize my job (although, to be fair, my bosses were more than understanding and supportive). It was a hard decision.
 
Nuiloa,

The situation that happened to your sounds very simliar to what my friend and her family recently had to endure. One of her biggest fears (she voiced this to me several times) was having to wake up and being on intubation.

When the hospital she was in said to her after seeing her lungs had failed was you pretty much had two choices, first to go on a vent and may never come off it, or to think of pallitave care -- in other words, dying soon. What is a person/family to do in that situation? It's like..pick your posion, a slow vs fast death.

My fear that evening (while she was on a CPAP machine) was that my friend would be not be able to communicate soon (as that was pretty much how the next month would be). So, while she could talk through the CPAP, I said to her that if we get separated and can't communicate, this is what you meant to me.... and she said the same to me.
 
Knowing that the survivability of a cardiac arrest outside of a hospital is <2%, you should feel good that you tried, no matter what the outcome.

In January, my DH suffered a sudden cardiac arrest at a client's office. Several employees performed hands-only CPR on him for 13 minutes until EMTs arrived and used an AED on him and transported him to the hospital. I am delighted to say that he survived, and with his implantable pacemaker/defibrillator, he is back...still working (his choice)... and beyond grateful to those wonderful strangers who wouldn't give up.

When he was in the hospital, it seemed like he was visited by just about every doctor in the place. I asked his attending M.D. about it and learned that DH was the talk of the staff...
 
In January, my DH suffered a sudden cardiac arrest at a client's office. Several employees performed hands-only CPR on him for 13 minutes until EMTs arrived and used an AED on him and transported him to the hospital. I am delighted to say that he survived, and with his implantable pacemaker/defibrillator, he is back...still working (his choice)... and beyond grateful to those wonderful strangers who wouldn't give up.

When he was in the hospital, it seemed like he was visited by just about every doctor in the place. I asked his attending M.D. about it and learned that DH was the talk of the staff...

Wow, DH was very lucky!
 
MY XDW worked in a local hospital and was present at a lot of natural deaths. Frequently, death occurred right after the family gathered and gave the person permission to go. I comment because I think that it is important to know that loved ones need this permission.
I saw that with my mother's death. There's also a statistically significant spike in deaths after major holidays and New Year's Eve.

Knowing that the survivability of a cardiac arrest outside of a hospital is <2%, you should feel good that you tried, no matter what the outcome.
I think anyone standing around someone in cardiac arrest is going to do everything they can. Otherwise there'd be years of "coulda, shoulda, woulda" internal second-guessing.

I hope nobody would say "Eh, only a 2% chance, let's go get some coffee..."
 
Knowing that the survivability of a cardiac arrest outside of a hospital is <2%, you should feel good that you tried, no matter what the outcome.

In January, my DH suffered a sudden cardiac arrest at a client's office. Several employees performed hands-only CPR on him for 13 minutes until EMTs arrived and used an AED on him and transported him to the hospital. I am delighted to say that he survived, and with his implantable pacemaker/defibrillator, he is back...still working (his choice)... and beyond grateful to those wonderful strangers who wouldn't give up.

When he was in the hospital, it seemed like he was visited by just about every doctor in the place. I asked his attending M.D. about it and learned that DH was the talk of the staff...
I am very happy to hear of his great success! I think I'll go renew my training.

Ha
 
Thanks. I'm taking notes.

I get similar phone calls about my father, and it's tempting to second-guess the decision my brother would make "on the scene" if he'd gotten the call before I did. But then I call my brother, we talk about the options, and I support the decision he makes. I also try not to pester for updates. It's hard enough already.

Getting the immediate family to agree on on how far intervention should go can become fraught with problems. These decisions are often made by consensus - nobody wants to step up to the plate and take sole reponsibility - for obvious reasons. There are often unresolved issues which need to be worked out amongst the family members and the ill relative, especially when his/her wishes were not thoroughly worked through with immediate family members, and physicians or other members of the healthcare team do not want to get caught up in a family disagreement.
 
I am very happy to hear of his great success! I think I'll go renew my training.

Ha

Yes, please do! The amazing folks who helped my DH were greatly assisted by the fire department dispatcher who stayed on the phone & encouraged them to keep time of the CPR to the BeeGee's song "Staying Alive" (irony noted).
 
My dad was on oxygen from strokes and slid off the couch twice one day. First time he was sitting on his oxygen tube an hour before he let mom call 911 to get someone to pick him up. The next time she got some neighbors to pick him up, ordered him a hospital bed so he wouldn't fall on the floor again, delivered the same day. The next day I came and helped mom all day taking care of him she couldn't lift him at all. The next morning he asked if I was coming so she dialed my number so he could ask me. Then he asked if my brother was coming, mom said she could call him and he said not to because he would know he wanted him. He asked about my other brother who lived out of state. So my brother, his wife, mom and I were talking when dad announced he was ready to go. He wanted to go to the hospital but mom called the doctor who said he couldn't because there wasn't anything they could do for him. Mom as crying so the doctor came to the house and talked to dad. He didn't remember he quit smoking and was a little out of it. The doctor examined him and said his kidneys had shut down and he was having total system shut down and it was too late to get a DNR. She said he could go to the hospital but just to get morphine a would have to go to a nursing home if he didn't die right away. When they came to take him to the hospital I told the crew who asked me if he had a DNR that it was too late and dad wasn't ever coming home again so it was ok to drive carefully. I hope if he would have had a problem they wouldn't have done anything to save him. He moved to a nursing home after one day then died within a couple of hours. Life saving measures when there isn't hope for more than another week is cruel. Even without a DNR some doctors will leave a person without a lot of excess care.
 
(snip)I've been involved in two CPR attempts and both failed. At my last Red Cross class, I asked the instructor to share the statistics with the class, so that they knew in advance that it probably won't work. It is a heavy burden to wonder if you somehow screwed up the CPR and let someone die.
I heard one instructor put it this way: you don't do CPR unless the person has no pulse and isn't breathing. You can't "let someone die" by doing CPR wrong, because they were already dead before you started.
 
I do need to add one more thought about the end of life...

Momma was in the nursing home for almost a year. During that time, she never seemed to recognize me. But she was able to recognize daddy most of the time. As a matter of fact, two days before she died, she 'puckered up' and waited on a kiss from daddy.

So, even though it may seem your loved one can not hear/understand you...never say anything you would not want them to hear. ...we just never know.

How interesting, bbbamI. Thanks for sharing. Not to hijack the thread, but both parents died with Alzheimers. BOTH became lucid during visits just a day or two prior to their deaths. (They recognized people they had "forgotten" for years. They carried on cogent conversations.) I had heard of this as folklore before, but now I tend to believe it. I think it must somehow be "instructive" in the search for a cure or treatment of this disease. If those memories are actually locked inside, but just can't come out (most of the time) that's different than someone actually "losing" their memory altogether.

Returning you now to our original subject matter.
 
I saw that with my mother's death. There's also a statistically significant spike in deaths after major holidays and New Year's Eve.................

Yes, XDW saw this holiday thing in the hospital as well. Also had an uncle die on his birthday and grandfather die on New Year's Day. We obviously have some control over our own deaths.
 
By mere coincidence (or not?), my father died on mother's day and years later, my mother died on father's day. Some folks get goose bumps when I mention that to them.
 
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