My mom survived ovarian cancer, and was on the road to fully becoming herself again after five years, when she started having pains in her back. Her doctor told her it was all in her head and sent her to a phsychiatrist, who prescribed drugs. They found the liver cancer a bit too late. Chemo was making Mom sick so she said enough! Dad rented a hospital bed, the doctors gave her morphine, and the hospice nurse started coming to the house a few times a week. Mom died June 2, 1989, as she wished...at home in her own bedroom with her family around her.
My mother-in-law fell and broke her hip. During her recovery she started showing signs of dementia to the point that her sons took her car away from her. They set up home visits from nurses and home care assistants to help her with her meds, exercises, and housework, etc. When she finally went to hospital, she told her sons what she wanted and that was what was done, no questions asked. She died on her own terms. My mother-in-law was a pistol! A manipulative and demanding and very loving and caring woman that I miss every day.
My dad has already told me what he wants to happen when he dies...and I will fight tooth and nail anyone who opposes his wishes, and I mean anyone!
And yes, my husband knows what I want when my time comes and I know what he wants when his time comes...whichever goes first will do the bidding of the other.
Uncle Fester I'm sorry for what you and your co-workers are going through with this family. I cannot fathom that kind of disrespect for one's parent that they are showing. If they truly loved their father they would let him go!
I know pixelated hugs don't mean a whole lot, but.../hugs to you and your co-workers for your compassion and hard work doing what you need to do under the circumstances.