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by spaceflunky
1740 days ago
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Several of my grandparents spent way too long in ICU and hospice care and ultimately it wasn't worth it. I feel terrible about how their final days went, but other family members were adamant about 'throwing everything they could at it.' But the family members making that choice weren't footing the bill and they didn't have to lay in bed all day, so why wouldn't they try? I also feel they had a gross misunderstanding of the capabilities of modern medicine. In each case the doctor's asked, "do you want to give him/her a fighting chance?" Of course, no one wants to say 'no' to that question, because they don't really understand what's possible and don't understand what "winning" actually looks like. |
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What could be the other reason? Was she naieve? I do know she loved him, but it seemed he needed to do things for her love? She messed with his meds so she could more inheritance. Just American greed.
It's not like she even needed the money. She had two shoe stores in LA, and was a shoe designer.
She got all his cash. She had a lawyer on speed dial according to my brother. My mother got nothing. (We are not a litigious family for the most part.)
She spent part of the money on a Yurt in the backyard of her beautiful home, after a world trip staying in fancy hotels.
She wonders why her brothers, and mother, don't return calls.
One more thing. My father had a huge liver tumor. He had great insurance (Union Cadillac policy). Because modern doctors do not palpitate anymore, he went decade with the tumor. We all knew something didn't look right, but he was told by a doctor it was just scarring from a hernia operation. Not one doctor felt his abdomen, except interns at the hospital. (After the third different intern pushed on his stomach, I said enough. He's not a learning tool for you.)
He left the hospital with an incurable diagnosis. Many specialist looked at him.
This doctor affiliated with the hospital kept dragging my sick father in for appointments. He told him he would operate, after this sanctimonious speech about drinking.
My father was naturally elated.
The doctor called a couple of weeks later, and said he couldn't operrate.
It was all those unnessary office visits that irritated me, along with getting a guy's hope up.
(Sorry about the ramble. I once said, I didn't understand why Steve Jobs didn't use western medicine to cure his Pancreatic tumor. What I didn't know is how low the cure rate of that cancer was. I didn't know what kind of cancer (I hear their are basically two types, and one is somewhat kinda curable. The other is not.). I never should have said anything. When my day comes, I'm using that Right to Die option. I'm glad CA has that now. Oh boy, I am now depressed.)