On December 10th, my Mother was taking care of her granddaughter whom had COVID-19. We told my mom to stay away from her because it’s highly contagious and I knew all about Remdesivir / hospital protocols, and we didn’t want my mother anywhere near a hospital. Nothing could keep her away from her granddaughter whom she loved very much.
My mother started having symptoms three days later, and a week later she could hardly breathe. Her temperatures kept spiking up over 104. We had no choice; my daughter drove her to Winchester Hospital on December 19 of 2021 Worst mistake of my life.
As soon as my daughter walked into the emergency room department with my mother, she was rudely told to leave, and not come back until my mother was being discharged. My daughter went home and packed her overnight bag with her meds in and I brought it back to Winchester Hospital.
They transferred my mother to a medical unit, and it was an up-and-down, emotional roller coaster.
My sister was her healthcare proxy, and called and asked to speak to her doctor for the first five days. The nurses kept saying the doctor was too busy to talk, but would get back to her. The nurses would tell my sister that my mom was doing very well, but when the doctor finally called back, it was a very different story.
I cannot speak for my sister, but I was not getting any answers on my mom’s health, lab test results or medications. I was tired of having no information about my mother, so I called her PCP on Christmas Eve to see if I could get some answers as to what was going on with my mother, because the hospital nurses refused to speak with me, saying I was not her healthcare proxy.
My mother’s PCP went on vacation the day before so his associate called me back within a half-hour. I told him I could not get any information regarding my mother’s care, so I asked him if he could call Winchester Hospital for me and speak to the doctor taking care of my mother and ask what tests were being done, what the results of the test were, what medications they had her on and how her medical condition was. He said he would call me back, but he never did.
We found out the doctor and nurses refused to give her own medication of Hydroxychloroquine that her rheumatologist prescribed for her to take every day. So, my daughter called my mom’s Rheumatologist and he called my daughter right back. She told him that the hospital doctor refused to give my mom her own medication and told her the reason was she cannot take off her biPAP mask to take anything oral because her O2 saturations would drop.
Her rheumatologist said, legally there is nothing I can do because Winchester Hospital is out of my jurisdiction. He also said there is absolutely no reason why she cannot get her Hydroxychloroquine ordered from the hospital pharmacy in a aerosolized medication. They still refused to give it to her, and I feel it’s was because it’s a known cure for COVID-19.
My mom asked the nurse for Ivermectin and her answer was no we don’t give that here. We asked for Ivermectin several times, and got shot down by the doctor every time. When my sister asked about why my mom couldn’t have Ivermectin the nurse manager literally laughed in my sister’s face and rudely said with a nasty attitude, “That’s not a treatment for Covid, that’s a horse dewormer.”
The Respiratory Therapist went into my mom’s room yelling at her because she was not vaccinated, saying she would not be in the condition she was in if she got vaccinated.
Just about every night the doctor would stand right outside my mom’s room and loudly say to the nurses, she needs to be on a ventilator. After my mom specifically asked him what her chances of survival would be if she did go on a ventilator, he said 5%, so my mom said “No. Absolutely not.”
The doctor tried so hard to break her spirits. We found out she was put on a 5 day dose of Remdesivir days after it was given. No consent at all. We asked for a sputum culture and never got one.
I felt she had bacterial pneumonia, and they refused to give her antibiotics for 17 days. The doctor told my sister she had Covid pneumonia, and that antibiotics would not work.
My mom was forced to lay flat on her face in the “Wake Prone Position” with a full face Bi-pap mask on while they forced a 115% of oxygen blowing out her already infected lungs 23 hours a day.
Nurses would bring in her breakfast, lunch and dinner and leave it on the table without ever helping her to eat. After her food trays sat on her table untouched, the nurses would come and take it away. They literally starved my mother of water and food. They never gave her any vitamins. Nurses never let her out of bed to use the bathroom for 19 days.
By the time I finally got to see her on the 17th day, I couldn’t believe the condition she was in. My mom was emaciated and the doctor had her comatose on Ativan and morphine before we even got to the hospital.
I walked into her room and the nurses we’re taking her IV’s and Bi-pap mask off. I asked what was going on and my sister said she put her on care and comfort. I begged my sister to put her back on treatment and palliative care and the social worker came in and agreed she could help us change the order back. The doctor found out and told my sister she was brain dead, “without even looking into her eyes.”
I asked the doctor, “What if this was your mother, wouldn’t you want them to do anything they could to save her?” He looked at my mother and said, “NAH, I’d let her die.” We never saw the social worker ever again. I think he told her to stay out of my mom’s room.
When they took her O2 sensor off, my daughter asked, how are we supposed to know what her oxygen levels are, the nurse said, “Yyou’re not, but I can give you her last reading.” So my daughter drove back home and brought my mother’s oxygen sensor and put it on her finger.
We couldn’t believe are eyes, my mom’s oxygen level went back up in to the 90s and her pulse was in the 80s. The doctor came in and saw it on her finger, and he immediately had the nurses giving her Ativan and morphine every 15 minutes. He sedated her so badly that her respirations went down to 6 breaths a minute. He then convinced my sister to leave her on comfort and care. I was so angry I grabbed my things and left. My mom died at 8:00 A.M. on January 6, 2022.
Worst day of my life.
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