There comes a time in most alcoholic’s journey when they get
sick and it appears that the end is near. Questions come up about liver
function, brain atrophy, and other such ailments. Usually the alcoholic is
hospitalized and sometimes, comatose. Eventually, the question will come up
that goes something like this, “Would you like to have hospice step in with his
care?” What they are asking is do you want to prolong this life no matter what
that life may be? Or, do you want to remove yourself from the life cycle and
let nature take its course?
It’s hard to say “Just let him/her die” no matter what the
situation or who the alcoholic is in relationship to you. No one wants to feel
that they’ve turned a blind eye and essentially killed a person as a result.
Our basic instinct is to survive at all costs. Prolonging life is an inherent
part of our being. To go against that can sometimes be impossible.
I believe there are several questions that must be answered
before making such a life-altering decision.
First, what does the patient want? Do you know? Can he tell
you and if he can, is he in a clear frame of mind when answering? Has this
person ever stated what his wishes would be if the situation was to present
itself?
Riley often said that he should have been left to die long
ago. In fact, he was angry with me because he was still alive. While I did
nothing to prevent him from leaving earth, I would not simply ignore his
screams for help. Because he survived so many near-death experiences (I believe
the count was up to nine.) he believed I was responsible for taking care of him
– managing his life. I, on the other hand, didn’t buy into his theory that I
had kept him from dying.
Riley didn’t really want to die. He wanted to live, but only if he
could stay drunk all the days of his life. He never believed that drinking
would end his life. In his eyes, there was no danger inside that bottle of
vodka. He vowed he would be shot by a jealous husband as he jumped over a fence
at the age of 103. Well… I suppose we all have our fantasies.
Second, has the medical community done everything they can
to restore the patient to good health. Along with that is the question of is
the life restorable to a point of quality living? If a life can be saved and
the patient is able to care for himself in a fairly independent manner, maybe
now would not be the time to call in hospice. But, if even a drastic surgically
procedure will not change the current condition, then is when to talk to your
doctor about hospice services.
The liver can regenerate itself if there are enough healthy cells
from which to draw the regeneration. By the time the question of hospice comes
up, there are most likely not enough healthy cells to regenerate. Once the
liver stops functioning properly, a series of other organ shut-downs occur and
there is no “do-over” button to be pushed.
Liver and other organ transplants are not viewed favorably
when the recipient is an alcoholic. I’m not saying it can’t be done. I’m just
saying that those instances are rare. The criterion that must be met is very
difficult for an alcoholic to achieve. Most don’t have enough time on the life
cycle to reach the goal. In reality, transplantation is not a very viable
option. Riley told me that he wanted to get well enough to go on the transplant
list, get a new liver, and then…. Start drinking again!
Third, is there anything more that you, as a caregiver, can
do for the patient to prolong a quality life? Of course the answer is always,
YES. It’s true, you can bring the alcoholic home, spoon feed his meals, change
his soiled diaper, turn him in the bed so not to get bed sores, read to him,
and do all those other things that will destroy any possibility of having a
life of your own. How long do you think it will take before you burn out and
start looking for help? I’d say the normal person can hang in there for about two
to six months. When you start looking for help, where will you look? Believe
me, when I say help is very expensive. It is worth it, but you may have to live
without lights for a while. Or you could give up your car – after all, you won’t
be using it because you’ll be chained his hospital bed.
Please remember I’m not a professional medical, therapist,
doctor, lawyer or Indian chief, I’m just a woman who has been there. When it
gets that close to the end, hospice will save your life and make the passing of
the patient far easier. Their goal is to make the patient as comfortable as
possible as his life reaches its conclusion. They are also there for the
caregiver providing support in every possible way.
If I should ever get to the place where my
quality of life will be dependent on someone else giving up their quality of
life, I want to have things end as quickly and peacefully as possible. There’s
no point in my hanging around waiting for a miracle cure. Rip off the bandage
and just let nature take its course
6 comments:
My husband has been under Hospice since October.
For me it has been wonderful.
He lost his job in September and things have went downhill ever since.
He doesn't like going to the Dr. or taking his meds like he should,continues to drink daily, so it was the option I choose for him as his caregiver, I needed the help, as he is home alone all day, I still work full time, and have a 17 yr old to take care of also.
The only bad thing is he put that he wants artificial life support, I will not do that,as he isn't thinking of myself or our kids who would have to take care of him.
I have been told when that time comes that as POA I can override it.
People always say don't be afraid to ask for help, well when I have do you think anyone will? NOPE!! So I have quit asking.
Hospice is wonderful!
"Indian chief" though?! I have to admit that I enjoyed your blog & believed you to be a caring person until stumbling upon your racism. Good luck to you
Dear Anonymous –
The term “Indian Chief” is taken from the poem, Tinker, Tailor which originated in England in the 1400’s. It is a counting song for children and does NOT in any way demean or indicate racism.
When William Well Newell printed his version in 1993, “Games and Songs of American Children”, it went like this: "Rich man, poor man, beggar-man, thief, doctor, lawyer, Indian chief."
An alternate version is A.A. Milne’s "Now We Are Six" and is a much longer version.
I remember as a child skipping rope to a tune about “Who will I marry? Tinker, Tailor, Sailor, Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Thief, Doctor, Lawyer, Merchant, or Indian Chief.
If you no longer want to read my blog, that is your right. But, calling me racist because I use a tidbit of a child’s nursery rhyme is not at all accurate.
Linda
Sorry -- that date on William Well Newell's version should have ben 1963 and NOT 1993.
A simple �� would suffice as well.
I’m a Native American, an Indian, you’re not a racist.
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