I know I haven't post on here for a while. I had intented to start regulary posting after my year anniversary.

Nothing has struck me as "blog worthy" until now.

In June, I covered for the day nurse while she enjoyed a much needed vacation. During this time I was sent to a skilled facility to evaluate a potential resident.

 "Henry"

I found "Henry" in his room, dozing quietly. I walked to the edge of the bed smiled, introduced myself. A tall, thin, frail man suffering from cancer smiled back.

We hit it off instantly.

With my check list in hand, his chart, I began asking questions. Henry answered with humor, some sarcasm, and didn't forget to leave out how he hated the food served at the facility.

I followed him to physical therapy. He walked slowly and was very weak. I watched as he did all of the things the physical therapist asked....as he rolled his eyes at me while her back was turned.

I spent about 2 hours with Henry that day.

My recommendation:

"Although Henry is alert and oriented x3 I feel he will not thrive in an assisted living setting. Henry is weak and declining. At this time I strongly believe Henry needs the structure and scheduled routine of a skilled nursing facility."

 Henry was admitted to the assisted living facility less than a month later despite my recommendation.

Henry was put on hospice 2 weeks ago.

He is dying.

The staff never had the opportunity to see the gentle, witty man I saw during his evaluation. The staff never understood that he needed special attention and coaxing to remain active and to keep his strength.

As caregivers we build relationships with our patients. We have our favorites. We learn their likes, dislikes, how they like their coffee, how the pillows should be when they sleep.

Henry has been deprived of that type of care. I am sad as I take care of Henry. I have no idea what would bring him comfort at this time. He remains in his room alone.

He hasn't been with us long enough to be someones favorite.....

......and Henry will die alone.