OK, I know I'm thinking about this because of the month. My Kevin fell at home, on a Sunday morning (thank God I was home) on 10/19/08 & cut head near eyebrow real bad. He did not want me to call squad, I tried to get him upright & take him to car & my neighbor tried to help, but we had to call the squad. He had fallen 4-5 times in prior 3 wks. I had decided a few days before the last fall (last time he was home) to tell our doctor when we went on Tues. (He was seeing her monthly since being dignosed cirrhosis 2 yrs prior). He had pnenounia, so that was why he had been short of breath & fallen. Within 12 hrs he was on ventalor.On the 28th I was told my his doctor they had to take him off ventalor & but in a trac (sp)/respirator, you can't be on that for no more than 10 days. He had a Living Will & I met w/doctor (along w/his brothers & sister/his Mom in assisted living w/dementia). They left it up to me; knowing him better then they did. Removed the ventalor @ 2:30 PM. He was able to wake up, look at us, but could not speak. He seemed to know who was there & followed me when I'd get up w/his eyes. He was moved to Pallitive (sp) Care floor @ 9:30 & passed away at 12:35 AM on 29th.
I'm feeling guilty this past week or so that I should have gotten him to the doctor sooner. Regrets, guess that is what it is. I feel like I didn't take the best care of him I should have