My father died peacefully on February 6, 2012. I had arrived a few hours before he died, so I had time to sit by him and talk and even moisten his lips with the long-promised scotch I had with me. I don't know if he heard me, but he smacked his lips from the scotch, My father had Alzheimer's and had donated his brain to the Alzheimer's study he'd been part of at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center. I'll continue to post for a while.
Monday, March 3, 2008
dad's xray: pacemaker . shoulder fracture .
March 2008....the signs - I should've read them more carefully. My father hadn't been well cared for. I reported his increasing frailty to the aides, and they said, "We always watch him" A few weeks later he fell and fractured his shoulder. Nobody knows what happened. He was found on the floor next to his bed, goes the story.
The fracture was a neat break - and didn't slice the artery. But that meant his recovery had to be carefully monitored - they don't set a shoulder fracture, but if the shoulder were to be jolted, it would slice the artery and that would be the end.
The pacemaker has been in place for a long time.
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