The definitive, eccentric journal of an unlikely caregiver, continued.
Apologia for these journals:
They are not about taking care of a relative with moderate to severe Alzheimer's/senile dementia.
For an explanation of what these journals are about, click the link above.
For internet sources that are about caring for relatives with moderate to severe
Alzheimer's/senile dementia, click through the Honorable Alzheimer's Blogs in my
links section to the right.
7 minute Audio Introduction to The Mom & Me Journals [a bit dated, at the moment]
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Ai, yi, yi, my head hurts!
Figuratively, that is. It seems that my mother is in danger of losing the gentlest, most appropriate medical care she's ever had (through Hospice) because she's not dying fast enough. Shaking head. Closing eyes. Despite the incremental declines I see in her, Hospice sees her as "stable". She clearly isn't. But, she's just not declining at a Final Gifts rate, I guess.
So, this last night I started researching all kinds of information about hospice. I found some good sites.
- This one (it's a pdf) gives an excellent technical overview of how terminality is figured in time. According to the Karnofsky Performance Scale, there was good reason to sign my mother onto Hospice as, her cancer, profile, alone, indicates that 60% of patients in her category are dead in 6 months.
- This site (which is clearly dated) and this site (an excellent site for a quick, dirty introduction to Hospice funding) both talk about funding and gave me an idea that perhaps the Hospice my mother is with is having a funding problem...perhaps they are over taxed with patients and, despite the fact that, at this time, my mother's Hospice funding profile is surely covering her with plenty to spare, if her Hospice is experiencing a "Cap" problem, this could have no insignificant effect on their desire to get rid of her at this time, since she has a 40% change of living beyond 6 months.
There's more, much more, that I want to write about, here, but I need to finish dinner and get The Mom up from her nap. Suffice it to say that, over this weekend, I'll be compiling a well researched and well documented plea questioning my mother as a "stable" Hospice client and pleading for compassionate care, as well as a compassionate decision, on this matter, while it's still stewing in the Hospice office soup.
I gotta tell ya, people, it is a wonder to me that the USA isn't lower on the international health quality scale than it is. Maybe, in truth, it is; maybe the numbers that make it to these places that produce these measures are fudged. Shaking head. Closing eyes.
I am reminded of something I read when I was in college in a book by A. Alvarez called The Savage God (I think that's right, I'll have to look it up). It seems that Greco-Roman attitudes toward suicide were involved with the idea that there is a right time to die and it is the height of good manners to take oneself out when that time has come. I can't help but consider this bit of information while contemplating and trying to work through the irony of our current medical dilemma with Hospice.
Later.
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