Hospice Is Allowing My Father-In-Law To Die With Dignity

Hospice. How do you envision it? It has become more common, it seems. Or maybe it only seems that way because we are becoming the caregivers for our elderly parents. My father-in-law is now in hospice care and, in a strange way, I feel better about his situation knowing that he'll be allowed to die with dignity. Let's face it, no matter how you cut it, when you go to a 'senior village' -- or in his case a 'senior high-rise' -- the chances are good you're never moving again. It starts out in your own place with total freedom to come and go. Keep up with your friends, invite them over, continue as you always had. But we all know what follows that lovely scenario if you live long enough. Dad got a nice little efficiency apartment with a full kitchen, not that he cooked in it but, he had a fridge to keep his ice cream in. The main dining room in the facility was lovely and the food wasn't half bad. The biggest problem with the building itself was how under elevatored it was. I know that's not a word but, it should be in this case. People age in place waiting for the elevator to arrive. You have to prove you don't need 'care' in order to get in but when that time comes you are covered. It's civilized in how it is structured, I believe. Our main concern, when dad went for his initial interview, was whether he would pass the test. He'd had some scary moments while living in an apartment in our home and we hoped we hadn't waited too long. I wish I'd had a drum to do a rim sho...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news