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Lost my baby brother David yesterday. Suffered from and battled prostate cancer gallantly for seven years. The end was phucking brutal. First off, I am one of four brothers. The oldest and youngest, Scott and Mark look EXACTLY like my Dad who passed 8 yrs ago from Alzheimers. Dave and I are the middle kids and we look like no one, so I just tell everyone who asks why I don't fit in, that we had a really good looking UPS driver back in the early 60s. But when I first went to see Dave in the ICU, he looked EXACTLY like my father when my father was dying. I mean EXACTLY. I actually got weak in the knees and almost fainted because of the flashbacks. My poor Mom had to watch her child die and relive watching her husband of 55 years die AGAIN. SO F'ING AWFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyhow, for the last week Dave had been in the ICU. Now, he, like myself and my other brothers, all have DNRs after witnessing what my Dad went through in his final days. What we did NOT know was that a DNR goes much deeper than "don't apply the paddles if his heart stops" it goes as deeply as not providing hydration or nutrition. So for a phucking week I sat at David's bedside, with zero sleep waiting for my brother who was suffering in pain and having seizures, who was alert and responsive, but could not speak, to either starve or dehydrate to death, or finally succumb to the cancer. I was, and still am, so phucking angry at how this went down. I can NOT think straight. My anger issues are out of control. I nearly killed a fed ex driver with my bare hands last Friday for driving like 80 mph down this tiny curvy road through MY densely populated neighborhood. If the cops hadn't have shown up in the nick of time that piece of poop driver would be dead instead of just in the hospital, and I'd be in jail.
I begged the nurses and the doctors to let me take Dave home and help him 'move on' but I am not his health care proxy, my brother Scott is, and he is a chocolate, unfortunately, and wouldn't do what needed to be done.
I've already planned on how I am going out if my cancer comes back, and a hospital sure as hell will not be involved at all. Sorry for the rant but Jess Christ, palliative care in this country phucking sucks and NEEDS to change immediately.
Anyhow, for the last week Dave had been in the ICU. Now, he, like myself and my other brothers, all have DNRs after witnessing what my Dad went through in his final days. What we did NOT know was that a DNR goes much deeper than "don't apply the paddles if his heart stops" it goes as deeply as not providing hydration or nutrition. So for a phucking week I sat at David's bedside, with zero sleep waiting for my brother who was suffering in pain and having seizures, who was alert and responsive, but could not speak, to either starve or dehydrate to death, or finally succumb to the cancer. I was, and still am, so phucking angry at how this went down. I can NOT think straight. My anger issues are out of control. I nearly killed a fed ex driver with my bare hands last Friday for driving like 80 mph down this tiny curvy road through MY densely populated neighborhood. If the cops hadn't have shown up in the nick of time that piece of poop driver would be dead instead of just in the hospital, and I'd be in jail.
I begged the nurses and the doctors to let me take Dave home and help him 'move on' but I am not his health care proxy, my brother Scott is, and he is a chocolate, unfortunately, and wouldn't do what needed to be done.
I've already planned on how I am going out if my cancer comes back, and a hospital sure as hell will not be involved at all. Sorry for the rant but Jess Christ, palliative care in this country phucking sucks and NEEDS to change immediately.