I haven’t posted for 5 months, because it has been just the status quo with my mother. A steady, gradual decline in her cognitive abilities, various mishaps with lost or broken hearing amplifiers, glasses, teeth, wheel chair.
Tonight, 2:45 am, I got that call I’ve been bracing for. She’s had a stroke. One side of her face is droopy and her speech is garbled. They wanted my permission to rush her to the ER.
I don’t like this part of the healthcare power-of-attorney job, but I have a very calm approach to it. I asked what would be done at the ER. They said a CT scan to determine if she’s had a stroke. I asked, “…then what?”, and they said, “Uhh, I’m not sure.” My thought is a 91 year old with advanced dementia is not going to be happier by being rushed to a hospital in a panic. I called my sister to confer and after I spoke to the nurse practitioner on call, I confirmed that we would like them to just keep her quiet and comfortable. They said she doesn’t seem upset or ruffled over the situation.
In the morning, we will talk to the head nurse about bringing in Hospice. I am new to this, but I would feel better having someone sharing our goal of comfort and peace at the end of life to be advising us.