Quality of palliative care
My father was moved to the palliative care unit in one of the large downtown Toronto teaching hospitals about 5 days ago. "Teaching" means in Canada usually hospital has signed partnership with nearby university and colleges for student internships and on medical/health care research projects that are funded and projects where results often are published in academic journals/for the health care profession. Sometimes it means access to some newer treatments, etc. for patients, depending on the problem.
He there...to die. This is the final stage. By coincidence he is in the same hospital where 1 of my sisters, one of the hospital pharmacists works. We thought he would be somewhere else, but I guess a patient died..and spot opened up.
Since 2 other siblings also work in other hospitals downtown, it's been good in terms of naturally fitting in visits for my father, feeding him (since he can no longer feed himself. Just touching his skin, hurts him now.) in amongst their lunch break and after work.
Another sibling, a doctor, has been my father's health carre advocate. And really, even in the best of hospitals, family or good friends to look out for patient daily, is helpful. (Scares me since I may outlive dearie, etc.). In Toronto, we are as a family, incredibly lucky to have this level of support. And this is Canada's public health care system. My parents are low income. Most likely for any in-home care my mother (if that happens, which it might one day), we have to sell their house...
Here is today's excerpt on good palliative care from a sister (she's busy herself with 3 teenage children and hubby that looks after home base):
Sitting here --Dad is sleeping. Linda said he had a rough morning -- +++ pain. And Agitated. Confused --talking about taking the boat to the other side
RN gave some medication for the agitation so he is sleeping quietly now. Not rouseable so lunch is delayed
I thought I would describe a few things while waiting for him to awaken:
Can't remember if I told you but he finally has a special air Mattress -- continually hear the humming of the motor I think it circulates air to vary the mattress density to avoid further bed ulcers. These type if beds would be ideal for inpatient but ++++ expensive so lucky that he has one
This area is in the older side of the hospital but Dads bed is right next to the window that faces Queen St . Nice to have natural light come into his bedside
There is the continuous buzz of life: streetcars rumble by , hearing the streetcar bell, occasional sirens , and of course the annoyed honking from the car drivers trying to negotiate downtown TO traffic ( even on a weekend like today)
They have some thoughtful things here in Palliative care: a music therapist can on Thurs after lunch She brought in a portable keyboard and played some classical pieces and a few Christmas carols . I think it was more for the benefit of Dads roommate and their family but dad enjoyed it as well She also had guitar with her but didn't play that this time around.
Hope she comes back soon
Numerous volunteers during the day
Fresh flowers are left by the window to give it less sterile institutional appearance
Across from Dads room is the family room / kitchen where family can use to sit or watch TV and there is a full kitchen. Convenient to have quick access to microwave, sink and utensils. Full size fridge to store food for patients. I saw one fellow take out a beer and another time after dinner, someone was discarding a wine bottle
There supposedly is a therapy tub somewhere but I haven't seen it
They managed to give Dad a nice shave on Friday so his old man whiskers are gone.
Each day they change his shirt.
Kinda funny to see him in bright Kelly green shirt( which he has on today) or white and black striped polo shirt -- the bright colours and style make him look almost boyish since his body frame is so small now. ( the backs of the shirt are cut away for ease of dressing but I guess it beats seeing him in a hospital gown ). I thought Mom would be mortified about the shirts but she didn't really complain about that when talking about her visit --She was more focused on how thin he appeared and how little he ate on Fri evening etc
Other things they do here is --often family stay here for long periods of the day and help with meals. The Unit provides a meal tray for the caregiver so they can eat with the patient Nice gesture. I don't partake but I think it is good for other families. Dad's roommate has family and the wife seems to be here all day . she is elderly so it is nice that she has her meal taken care of while she is here and she dines/ eats her meal with her husband
One of the assistants has been so kind She always tries to pull out Dad's tray first because she knows I will feed him and I need to head back to work asap
