Eventually she and my fathers primary physician determined that he was in early stages of alzheimer’s disease. He was, theoretically, still able to live alone with assistance . Sister was given conservatorship over his finances and hired CNA’s to come in daily to clean and help with his bathing and meals. The CNA’s were through a national company that seemed to have a good record and great reviews. Over the next year my sister and whenever possible my other sister and I would try and spend time with my dad. But it was clear he was getting worse.
We were having a hard time having a baby and decided to try in vitro. After we went to the fertility guy he sent me to an ObGyn so he could examine me and get me started on medications, so I’d produce a lot of eggs to harvest. In my younger college years I always believed in abortion but thankfully never had a need for one. After the exam the doctor handed me a form to sign for “selective termination” if I got pregnant with more than two fetuses. I read it and felt utter revulsion for this man, and said I couldn’t sign it and they’d just have to only transplant two embryos each time.
He muttered, “You’ll feel differently after you go through this a few times.” I told him that it was simply ethically wrong for me to implant 6–10 embryos then just tell him to “terminate all but 1–2. I just couldn’t do it. Later in the first cycle I had severe ovarian pain. There’s a syndrome where they overstimulate the ovaries and they can get as big as a huge softball and that’s what I had. Basically it was a medical emergency. I was working full time and had my own practice, so I couldn’t just leave. I called him and told him about the intense abdominal pain and that I couldn’t physically stand up straight because my abdomen muscles were splinting so hard, and I’d been taking a half of a percocet every 4 hours to get through seeing pts.
He would lash out at my youngest sister, and would argue with my middle sister about everything she suggested. He should have been in a care facility but he refused to leave his house and his pet bird and he still “appeared” to be capable of living on his own with help. The CNA’s were coming in and the house was clean , there was food in the fridge and my dad was bathed and appeared content so we let him stay on in his home.