Home hospice is the way to go.

During my wife's final weeks on Earth we had to call 911 and ride the ambulance to the emergency department several times. In one case she was experiencing a pain crisis but the emergency department was so understaffed it took over three hours of agony from the initial call before anyone gave her an IV with painkillers. Also she couldn't really sleep properly in the hospital room for a variety of reasons. Her cancer was so far progressed in her lungs, bones, and brain that there wasn't anything they could do except try to ease her suffering. But how could they do that in this stressful environment?

Then we transitioned to home hospice for what turned out to be her final week. This was so much better. They sent powerful pain meds that I could administer as needed. There were nurse visits and a nurse on call round the clock. At home my younger daughter cooked what turned out to be her last meal and my older daughter held her hand when she slept in her own bed.

We were advised that she didn't have much longer to live, and how to know it was the end. Then she died without pain surrounded by the people who love her.

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