Hi all,
I posted back in April about my husband and his illness and how he was having ECT treatments.
He passed away last Sunday and went peacefully in his sleep. I buried him yesterday.
He ended up being diagnosed with major depressive disorder and anorexia. In the hospital he had put on weight and for about a week after discharge seemed to be better. The ECT continued and then he went back to the pain doctor and he gave him percocet because his back hurt.
He was taking Zyprexa, Zoloft, Percocet and the psych doc gave him his klonopin back. He had put so much stress on his body that it gave out. The system didn't do well by him and he was so addicted to all the pain meds he just couldn't stop.
When he started to improve in those first weeks out of the hospital it looked as though we might have had some hope to help move forward. And then he passed.
He is not in pain anymore and the depression that he suffered so badly with all his life can't hurt him anymore.
Those of us that have lived in the vacuum of it and have to survive his death are grieving. And it hurts so much that there was never anything I could do to make it better.
His family is blaming me for his death and saying I should have done more. I had his will and power of attorney and thankfully was able to bury him in the way he wanted. His family would have put him on display in a casket and he never wanted that.
It is some comfort that I could that for him.
If you ever doubt that a doctor is not doing the right thing for you, please find another doctor. They are not Gods and they can and do bury their mistakes. My life is an example of that.
Marie
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