"My husband’s last few weeks on a ward"

My husband was admitted to this ward and stayed there until he lost his fight to live, 17 days later. He caught C Diff from a previous admission ward so was given his own room, which allowed me more freedom in visiting him, at the discretion of the ward sister/matron? 

Generally I felt he had very good care but due to the C Diff, he developed very bad sores, which was extremely painful for him. I so wished I could have got him home for his final time, but unfortunately this was not to be. I was with him 4-6 hours  daily as I sort of had a feeling that things were not too good. Then, when I was told that there was nothing more medically could be done to help him and he was placed on palliative care, I stayed with him constantly as he would have been scared and hated being alone. The ward was very accommodating to me. 

My husband was very very ill, but, he was a fighter, I don’t think he wanted to go, to leave me, until the last week when his liver decided enough was enough. 

There were many many kind nursing staff and doctors, I don’t have all your names, so I apologise for not mentioning you, but I would particularly like to mention a few special ones who made his journey to the other side, easier and less traumatic, for both my husband and me. Being with someone you love so much, waiting and watching them slowly die, is one of the most heartbreaking excruciatingly traumatic things that have ever happened to me. Peace only came in the very final few hours as he was very restless and crying out in the last two days of his life, which I found so hard to deal with.

There was a lovely kind young doctor there for his first week of care, before he left he came in and shook my husbands hand and wished him well. The staff nurse called Sabina who is an excellent efficient, compassionate but kind lady. Also, the night team when he was on palliative care, Charlie 1, the staff nurse was very comforting to me, such kindness and patience and Charlie 2 who gave me a footstool to raise my swollen feet. 

 Mylene, Louise, Rosa, Ewa (the Pic line nurse), Siobhan, Juno, sorry if my crying upset you Juno, I was so distressed at one point, and a final thank you to Sabina again and Jody, who were on duty in the early hours of when he finally went to a more peaceful place with no more pain and no more loss of dignity. Thank you all for your kindness and support without over intrusion. 

Rest in peace my darling Tim, I’ll see you when my time is here. 

Always and forever. Xxxx