Dear TAW people,
Please pray for my father, John. He has hepatic encephalopathy (liver damage leading to dementia-like symptoms), but is too mentally erratic to properly treat himself, and too stubborn to listen to anyone else (i.e., me, or his own brother, friends, etc.) regarding how he needs to get treatment. I just received a phone call from a Washington state trooper that he was stopped this morning after being observed driving erratically in Spokane, WA (14 hours north of his hometown...) in his truck, the side of which has been "completely totaled" (trooper's words) in some kind of earlier accident. He was taken to the hospital via ambulance and is currently in the ER. I called the hospital immediately, but could not get through to his case manager there.
Because of the burden his behavior has placed on the family, I'm pretty much his last connection to the outside world. I am in Sacramento, CA -- even further from Spokane, WA -- and am in no condition to deal with any of this. The rest of the family have essentially washed their hands of him after repeated nonsensical threats (e.g., "I'm going to get a lawyer and get your house taken away!"...for some reason?), and while he has never made such threats to me, I have had him forcibly committed to 48 hour observation in a mental hospital, forcibly taken to the ER, etc. in the recent past. I had hoped he would turn himself around with proper treatment of his medical condition, but obviously things have gone the other way. I am past the end of my rope at this point. I love him dearly, but he essentially checked out of reality a long time ago. I just called his brother and told him about this latest development and he basically said that this is good, because there is a higher possibility of the hospital being able to place him in some kind of assisted living arrangement than if it was left to any of us, as he would only fight us on it and abuse us for the very suggestion, as he already had taken to doing to me some years ago when I wouldn't "come get him" from the ER in our hometown, which he was stuck in for six months after having some kind of stroke and slipping into a coma.
I am overwhelmed and tired beyond my ability to express it, and it is crushing my soul watching him deteriorate more and more, even from afar like this. It seems he is not long for this world, and truthfully I am beginning to think that his passing away would be a more merciful release from what I must imagine is a very low quality of life, or at least better than keeping him alive to struggle against his own failing brain would be (knowing how much he hates how everyone "tells him what to do", as he puts it of the family, the doctors, etc). Now he is alive, but he is not there. Lord have mercy.