My father was not a kind man. He was petty, selfish person, but I still would have done anything for him.

Looking back, he was under medicated while in Palliative Care. He was at home, but that shouldn't be an issue? No one in the family could figure out why he wasen't given more medication. He saw a Hospice Doctor once, I believe, and a couple of nurses dropped by.

Getting him pain meds, and benzodiazepines was a battle. It's such a stressful situation, and getting meds should be difficult?

He never seemed to have enough. I look back, and don't know what the problem was with the lack of strong medication. Maybe the doctors didn't want too much around? I don't know? They should alleviated his pain better though.

I understand no cures, but alleviate the misery with drugs. We do have drugs?

There were times, I felt like, if I knew where to buy it; I would have bought him heroin.

I accept death. We can make patients comfortable when they are dying with medication? Maybe we were the the family that wasen't vocal enough? I don't know, but in my dads death; Hospice did a terrible job.

Hospice has a lot of money. I was surprised, because I heard they were a good organization.

(I didn't want to read this post. I had a feeling it was Peiter. I don't know the man, but truely admire his courage.)

Perhaps this is a very personal view - but as I've lost relatives to all sorts of maladies including cancer I find it really hard to see cancer as the absolutely worst bogeyman in the room. That's not to say it's not bad.