Before my husband died, he was put into a rehabilitation unit and made to doe exercises.I tried to take him home but they persuaded me not to.After 1 day he had pneumomia.
Well,I nearly had to report him as when I went in on the Sunday afternoon,I sat on his bed and he fell over onto my bosom in a rather excessive manner.However his face was quite dark,almost black.
I asked him if he was depressed and he nodded
Then the person in charge ran over to me and said, his blood sugar is 2 and his BP is 60/40.Will you help me to put a special tablet full of something like glucose into his mouth?I helped him.But unless he could eat.. it was no good and he had pneumonia as well.
In fact my husband was dying.He had no oxygen in his blood and there was no doctor.
So instead of claiming he fondled me illicitly, in public I said he wanted to die on my bosom.Which seems a reasonable request.
He was taken to hospital where he was treated so well it was very pleasant as he smiled again before he died.It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life and the saddest
So don’t let them send anyone you love to Rehab when they need a hospice.
How my heart sings 