I wanted to share my experience with you...
My dad started getting sick when I was a youg teen. Just minor stuff relating to diabetes (partial kidney failure....he got better but still had problems). Slowly things kept getting worse...sleep apnea, prostate cancer, lymphoma (cancer), heart problems...and all the numerous side effects, and Chemotherapy side effects.
Now my dad was a trooper, he would try his hardest to put on a happy face...and this lasted a number of years. One day my brother called me and told me he was worried about him (he lived with our dad) and not sure if he should stay home from work. I told him to go and I will come over.
I have never seen my dad in such a horrible state. It's something I will never forget. He was halluncinating, gray colored, couldn't taste anything, scratched at himself, half the time didn't know me or his surroundings. A few weeks earlier he had me look at a sore on the bottom of his foot, I told him it looks like the beginning of a decubitis ulcer (bed sore) and he needs to have it looked at ASAP. He assumed me it was just another one of his diabetic ulcers.
All day that day I sat with him, talked to him, made sure he took his pills that day, tried to get hom to eat, begged him to go to the hospital....all he wanted was a shower. My brother got home from work and we tried to get him in the shower. Did not work, my dad begged us for a shower..."Take me outside and bathe me like a dog." My brother and I exchanged looks, and we got him outside, I let my brother give him a bath, and get him dressed. I pleaded with him one more time to go to the hospital....he finially agreed and we called 911.
He was septic, on the verge of death, placed in the ICU, had a breathing tube, required 3 surgeries...and with each I had to give written conset knowing he may die due to the function of his kidneys, end up on dialysis due to his kidneys, or or have his foot amputated depending on the extent of damage. The whole time my dad was in and out of consciousness and was unable to conset to anything.
He survived each surgery, and ended up in a temporary care facility...almost 5 months in the hospital (a month in...I found out I was pregnant). He got better, 5 montsh of antibiotics, dropped over a 100 lbs (both fluid accumulation and body fat), he slept in a bed (something he hadn't done in 12 years). He came home, he dealt with my mom divorcing him (leaving a month before this happened), he was walking, exercising, loosing more weight, watching his diet, sleeping consistently in a bed....and most of all was soo proud and happy that he was going to be a grandfather for the first time.
He passed away suddenly one night a month before I delievered.
Shattered my world.
I am a grown woman, I (at the time) had a career in the medical field. I know the side effects of Chemo, I knew a bed sore when I saw one, I knew the fluid accumulation wasn't normal, and I knew he was going to die that day he was hallucinating. But thats all logic. I didn't see him as a patient. He was my daddy...struggling to breathe, and to function at the very basic of levels. Seeing that broke my heart. My strong father who I admire, and depended on, was now helpless.
The only thing I could do was hold on to him and love him. There's no way for me to process it, nothing was logical, my medical reasoning was null and void, nothing made sense. The only thing I depended on, that was emotional, logical, and factual....is that we loved each other (still do) and nothing changes that.
I hope this helps in some way. I am very sorry to hear about your dad. Hang in there, I know it's tough. Big hugs to you.