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Thanks to everyone for listening and for your support. My step dad passed away yesterday morning.

His pain became so great that hospice could no longer control it at home and we had to put him in the hospital on Tuesday. His pain specialist immediately began a Demerol infusion (step dad allergic to morphine and dilaudid) started at 10ml per hour. Yesterday when he died he was up to 30ml per hour along with Ativan every 3 hours. He was fighting the medications. He began terminal agitation on Wednesday morning around 6am and it never stopped until he died around 9:25am on Thursday morning. He was jerking and moaning and groaning. He couldn't be still and he did not sleep at all. We thought he was fighting because he didn't want to die but the nurses said this was part of the final days, terminal agitation. His blood pressure fluctuated between 120/60 to 189/100 all night long. His temperature had gotten up to 100.

He vomited black liquid all through the night and morning and the nurses finally decided to put a tube down his nose into his stomach because even with Phenergan he was vomiting every 30 minutes. He died during the struggle of them trying to put the tube in.

It kills me because he was fighting death. He didn't want to leave us! But I know he is in a better place and hopefully my family will come to realize that when the shock is over.
Michelle I am so sorry to hear this. I pray that God comforts you and your family at this difficult time.
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Thanks to everyone for listening and for your support. My step dad passed away yesterday morning.

His pain became so great that hospice could no longer control it at home and we had to put him in the hospital on Tuesday. His pain specialist immediately began a Demerol infusion (step dad allergic to morphine and dilaudid) started at 10ml per hour. Yesterday when he died he was up to 30ml per hour along with Ativan every 3 hours. He was fighting the medications. He began terminal agitation on Wednesday morning around 6am and it never stopped until he died around 9:25am on Thursday morning. He was jerking and moaning and groaning. He couldn't be still and he did not sleep at all. We thought he was fighting because he didn't want to die but the nurses said this was part of the final days, terminal agitation. His blood pressure fluctuated between 120/60 to 189/100 all night long. His temperature had gotten up to 100.

He vomited black liquid all through the night and morning and the nurses finally decided to put a tube down his nose into his stomach because even with Phenergan he was vomiting every 30 minutes. He died during the struggle of them trying to put the tube in.

It kills me because he was fighting death. He didn't want to leave us! But I know he is in a better place and hopefully my family will come to realize that when the shock is over.