Hospice ADLs: My Adventures of Daily Learning.106
According to the nurse, he was angry.
According to the chaplain, he was angry.
According to the social worker, he was angry.
These three hospice staff separately visited the same patient and husband over the course of several days. While each met with the patient for different reasons—from the nurse determining the most appropriate medications for the patient’s needs to the social worker helping to complete forms for Medicare—they all experienced the wrath of a husband.
His wife had entered hospice care a few days before. Her cancer and Alzheimer’s had combined to wear her, and her husband, down. They dreaded the next midnight run to the emergency room or another lengthy stay in the hospital. Her oncologist had announced chemo or radiation therapies would no longer work. The neurologist, once upbeat about new treatments for her dementia, had exhausted all options as her disease slowly worsened. Many of the doctors and nurses they’d seen in recent weeks had mentioned hospice.
And so, his wife became a hospice patient.
And his anger, apparently, boiled over. As in, angere, from the old Latin word: to throttle, to torment. And torment the hospice staff he did. Continue reading