I know what you mean. I wanted to have my father switched to another hospital, but they said he was too sick to be moved. Once they gave him the morphine drip, it was too late and it seemed to hasten his death. It was awful not being able to save him. I miss my father terribly. Life without him is no life at all, but I don't think he would want me to commit suicide, so I'm stuck. I know I have much to be grateful for, but how can I be happy when I'll never see him again? I would be able to accept his death better, if I could be sure that everything that could be done for him was done, but I have serious doubts. My father was discharged too soon during his previous admission and other suspicious things happened, which would take too long to explain. A lady in the waiting room told me that her father was discharged with a perforated bowel. The insurance companies are killing people every day in the name of profit.