My husband died of problems associated with dementia. His last 24 hours saw him fall as his muscles betrayed him, I took him to the ER, they told me 20 minutes later they "did all they could for him." I just thought they fixed the problem. The next morning, he like to watch tv, which made me fall asleep, and when I woke up, I thought he fell asleep too, only he couldn't be woken up. In my panic, my phone went missing, so I had to drive 10 miles to the hospital to tell someone to call the Coroner, and by the time I got back home, they were loading him into an ambulance to take to the morgue. That was over 6 years ago. I'm sorry you had to go through all that, OPJQ. Dementia is hard on smart people. His neurologist said the type of dementia he had resulted from injury to the head sometime from birth to late teenager. The local nursing home caregivers wouldn't take him because he was a "traveller" case who used all his wiles to leave wherever home was for parts unknown. No one would take him with the kinds of issues he had. I loved having him in my care no matter what, because he was the best man who ever lived to serve his family, his work, and his community when he was well. He had no equal, and he used his sense of humor to make other people laugh in his good years. He was a professional engineer, very above average, too.
