I went to visit my husband on Sunday. The nurses told me that he had partial collapse of both lungs. He is getting therapy for it. He was in bed and he wouldn't open his eyes. I held his hand and he held mine. I called his name knowing he would not communicate with me, but at least open his eyes. He didn't. I don't know what that means. He was awake, but wouldn't open his eyes. The nurse came in and said loudly, wake up, he yelled my name. At least my name is still in his mind. I know progression will happen. I just can't handle knowing it's the last stage. It's too close to the end for me to handle. I don't know if this is how stage 7 starts, I hope not, but then again, he will never get better.
Paula-when my husband entered end stage many times I thought each day would be his last. He would recover somewhat and the roller coaster started again. I hope this is just a fleeting setback giving you some time to accept what is happening.
I can't imagine how you are feeling but I am scared everytime I see more regression. I am praying for you and hope you feel the power of prayer. Hugs and more hugs coming your way.
Stage 7: the rollercoaster ride sucks. My DH has had stroke and I was prepared for worst, thank goodnes he recovered. And the ride continues, on the way up again.
Every good moment is a treasure...... things like hearing him snore, moving when he hasn't in a while at night,,,,, then I know he is still here, the look that he remembers me, a smile across the room, not being sick except for this horrible disease...... and the list goes on..... good day and good memories to all of you.