He is only 40 years old. He went to the dentist and coded. They did CPR. Sometimes that's not a good thing.
He is now in a permanent vegetative state.
He has a trach. His secretions are so thick they bubble back out. He needs suctioned hourly, if not more. But that's not why he is in the hospital. It's decubiti. He coded in July. He now has a massive stage 5 on his coccyx. Monday they will debride it. It is infected. It doesn't help that he is diabetic. His left leg now has a stage 3 on the top of the shin, and his back his covered with stage 1's. His heels are breaking down.
He has pink eye in both eyes.
His right arm is contracted.
He has a feeding tube and a foley.
He will never get better.
He will only get worse.
As I bathed him tonight I looked into his big red eyes and I saw him inside of there. He can't talk, but he was there. And the way his eyes locked on to mine was a form of communication, he was telling me he was helpless. No more than that. And he tried to move his mouth and talk but no words came out.
And I sort of hugged him, and I started to cry.
I know that I must sound crazy but I just know what he was telling me with his eyes.
And I have never felt so damn helpless myself, in all of my life.