3rd Time Game Over
3 nights ago Scott's lung collapsed causing a Pneumothorax. I had been able to go home for the 4th blessed night in a row when I got the phone call that morning. I knew something was wrong because he wasn't responding to my text, then when I saw the number my heart sank. When I arrived at the hospital it was a cleaned up horror scene, with a splatter of blood still on the ceiling they'd missed. My husband didn't look like my husband anymore, but a 90 year old man struggling to breath. His stats were not good, he was maxed out on high flow, and still minimal on bi-pap but couldn't stay off it. He was blue and ashy, mouth open, and his breaths came in two movements instead of one almost like a fish trying to breath out of water for too long. That, by the way, is the picture they give you when you're father is dying on hospice and it's the very end. I felt like I'd walked into the very end. The Dr. was talking vent again. So we waited and watched him. ...