My uncle has lung cancer. He’s dying–not just “I have lung cancer” dying, but “don’t buy me any Christmas presents” dying. We all know this. We’ve known it since he first went into the hospital this last time, the week before Thanksgiving. He was in such bad shape the night they admitted him that they called the whole family to the hospital. He fought back a little ways, though, and he’s been well enough to go home with hospice care for over a week and a half.
His doctor, though, is just hell-bent on keeping him in the hospital. At first he wanted him on the transitional care unit, which is basically intensive physical therapy for people recovering from strokes and traumas. The PT might help him get some of his strength back. Well, yeah, it might…if he had enough time left to get his strength back. But a man who was given six months to live a year and a half ago, who’s got huge tumors in his lungs with mets to his brain, bones, and kidneys doesn’t have that kind of time left. And he doesn’t need to be spending what little time he’s got left trapped in a cold, sterile hospital room, or torturing himself with PT. It’s just ridiculous.
Now that they’ve come out and told Harold that he’s not going to see Christmas, they’ve decided that he needs to stay in the hospital for pain management, as long as his insurance will pay for it. If the insurance won’t pay for it, then they’ll send him home with hospice. To me, this seems incredibly cruel. There’s no benefit to keeping him in the hospital–he’s a DNR and hospice can manage his pain at home. Besides, he wants to be at home. The whole thing is mind-bogglingly stupid.
Let the poor man go home and have some semblance of normalcy to his last days. Let him decorate his Christmas tree one last time. Let him sit in his recliner. Let him drink his coffee brewed just how he likes it out of his own cup. Let him sleep a few more nights in the same bed with his wife. Let him die with some dignity and peace of mind.
And, you know, he’s not the only one who could benefit from hospice care. Seeing him doped up at home in his own bed or his own recliner would be a lot easier for the family than seeing him doped up in a hospital bed. Most of the family could also do with the emotional support and help coming to terms with all of this that hospice provides. Especially the aunt who lost her husband to cancer 19 years ago. He died long, slow, and hard, with really bad seizures at the end, and she’s never really gotten over some of the things she saw then. The possibility of her sister having to see those sorts of thing seems to prey on her. She’s having a horrible time coping with all this.
This is what hospice if for, for pity’s sake. I just don’t understand why his doctor is so unwilling to use it.