I had a wonderful experience with Hospice, when a dear friend had lost his love affair with alcohol. As part of a group of close friends (he was an amazing musician) we had all taken our turn taking care of him, but we could not get that bottle out of his mouth.
In the last month of his life, he had not showered, shaved or combed his har. He had no clothes to wash, as he had swollen up so big. His skin was deep yellow with jaundice. He looked like a homeless person, and smelled like, well, not very good.
The end came when he lost control of himself, and I found him sitting in his own waste, with the couch cushions thrown out in the front yard, and replaced with plywood. I called 911, and followed along to the hospital with him. I had become his medical power of attorney (very important) and made the decisions for him. Hospice provided his care once he had been determined that he was at his end.
By then he had been scrubbed down, and spent his last days clean and tucked into clean sheets, in a room that he could see the ocean from. For some reason, that meant so much to me...to be clean and in a clean bed.
With the first set of drugs, his mind was cleared enough to laugh and chat about things, but that eventually gave way (4 days later) to Hospices care, which led him out of life in comfort and peace.
Funny little side note, after taking turns sitting at his side, day and night, not wanting him to pass alone, a good nurse told us that some people want to pass alone, and it was true for Bruce...within 20 minutes of breaking our vigil, and going home for some sleep, he passed gently.
Hospice was wondeful, I would always recommend them based on my positive experience during such a sad time.
My best to you...