My darling Neil died this morning in hospital.
He had his stents replaced yesterday and when I finally caught up with a ward doctor I was advised to come into the ward, Neil had been vomiting blood and they were planning an endoscopy the following morning. I saw him and he had really deteriorated, he was agitated and in discomfort . His daughter and her partner came up from Devon as I felt things were serious.
We spent a night at the hospital trying to get Neil good palliative care. There were only five staff and junior doctors , who had limited experience . We had to insist he had proper pain control and that they discontinue transfusing blood as he had a gastric bleed and it was clear this was an end of life scenario. Yes, the usual fighting for everything. At one point he stared at me and commented 'What a lovely pair of breasts '. You really can't keep a good man down !
We went out of his room for the nurse to clean him and change his sheets then we were quickly called back and he died soon after. I was able to hold his hand continuously and tell him how much I loved him and all he meant to me, interspersed with chasing up staff to hurry up with pain control and demanding that on call medics were paged. The story of our experiences all along.
The stress is gone but I have the reality of learning to cope without my lovely man, I am utterly distraught. Apart from the cloud the illness cast on our relationship, I absolutely adored him, we were so good for each other as his step brother and daughter have reminded me over and over in the last twelve hours.
One day, I hope I will be able to hold his hand forever !
Fiona.