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My condolences to you and yours. My best friend just lost his father in September to lung cancer and he never smoked a day in his life. He had hospice care for his last few weeks. He was very weak and couldn't walk anymore and he had trouble speaking. The man did a lot for me, so seeing him in a wheelchair, knowing that he was going to be taken soon, was very tough for me to handle. I could only imagine what his kids were going through.
The last time I saw him out and about, his daughter was pushing him around in his wheelchair. I somehow knew that was going to be the last time I saw him alive and somewhat well. About six days later, my buddy called me up and said "this is it". I rushed home from work and walked next door to see him. He was asleep, almost as if he were in a coma, and he looked like he wouldn't wake up again. Between 5:30 and about midnight that night, I was also distracted by the surprise waiting for me when I got home -- my upstairs neighbor's kid drove their car into my kitchen.
Back to the hospice service -- I didn't interact with these people at all, but from what my friend told me, they're great. They were here to do the dirty work and they did so with genuine concern for their patient. I think they were able to squeeze out another few weeks before the inevitable happened.
Once again, TS, I'm sorry to hear this. My condolences.
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