You must have better tactfulness than I do. I alienated a great many medical personel over the years. Not trying to, was trying to be nice and helpful, but when I can saw them screwing up royally, it was hard to find the right words. Like when a doctor stopped predinisone cold turkey, which could have killed him. Or issued pain management placebos because they didn't believe he was really in pain. Or issued a ten times dose of Ativan, then blamed his subsequent seizures on sundowner syndrome. It was very frustrating. At the end, we both knew it was the end, and he did not want to get any of their care, he truly would rather die. I honored that, and he did, at home, calmly and well loved.

I literally could not leave his side whenever someone was administering "care" to him, especially in a medical facility. I slept on the floor next to his bed if I had to, and accompanied him everywhere. They would not listen to him, and I had to get pushy. It was awful. The sickest of us get the worst care imaginable.

I'm very happy to hear it went well for you and your hubby. He's walking again! He's enjoying life! Fabulous.