After my mom died, a part of my world died with it and I blame the hospital for not caring enough to get her in sooner and ordering the necessary test that could have saved her life. She was completely yellow - due to the fact that one of her medications was slowly killing her liver all the while suffering horribly for 3 months. She had reactions to many medications and was very sensitive.
Why wasn't this test ordered earlier? Due to the incompetance and narrowmindedness of doctors who carry a huge ego it can only be perceived that most patients are lumped into a general category and all treated the same. However, every now and then you have a patient who is different and has severe allergies to many medications. When doctors no longer listen to their patient, do not believe them, and accuse them of conditions otherwise, that is where a line has to be drawn. This is what happened to her. They sent her home when they couldn't figure out what was wrong knowing she was getting worse.
For these reasons above, I filed a formal complaint against the hospital. I feel that they never showed her the respect that she deserved and she did all that they asked of her. She was stripped of her dignity and they failed horribly. They let her die.
In this whole process - her doctor died. Something I would not wish on anyone, but it still did not solve her care or lack of it.
The other day I received an email from Patient relations asking me if I wanted to meet with two doctors who are ready to discuss her case with me. One was a doctor she was referred to after her liver deteriorated and another in the same area as her doctor.
I am meeting with them on thursday at 3pm. I know my reasons are more than valid and I don't want it to happen to anyone else. I am not very good with confrontations, but my mom always stood up for what she believed in and since she can't, I have to. I am in the process of writing down when things were ordered and questions that need to be addressed.
Please send me vibes that I will somehow find the strength and courage to not falter. I am not a brave person, but having to dredge up all the pain in the process has only made me angry and strenghtened the lack of faith that I already have in the hospital.
If I can't even believe in a hospital to take care of their patients, then what is there left to believe in? Working there makes it even more difficult since I do not have the support I thought I had. This is more important than my job and if I had to find another one, I will. This is probably one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life and it has left me full of emotions and uncertainty of what their take will be about the care my mom received.
Why wasn't this test ordered earlier? Due to the incompetance and narrowmindedness of doctors who carry a huge ego it can only be perceived that most patients are lumped into a general category and all treated the same. However, every now and then you have a patient who is different and has severe allergies to many medications. When doctors no longer listen to their patient, do not believe them, and accuse them of conditions otherwise, that is where a line has to be drawn. This is what happened to her. They sent her home when they couldn't figure out what was wrong knowing she was getting worse.
For these reasons above, I filed a formal complaint against the hospital. I feel that they never showed her the respect that she deserved and she did all that they asked of her. She was stripped of her dignity and they failed horribly. They let her die.
In this whole process - her doctor died. Something I would not wish on anyone, but it still did not solve her care or lack of it.
The other day I received an email from Patient relations asking me if I wanted to meet with two doctors who are ready to discuss her case with me. One was a doctor she was referred to after her liver deteriorated and another in the same area as her doctor.
I am meeting with them on thursday at 3pm. I know my reasons are more than valid and I don't want it to happen to anyone else. I am not very good with confrontations, but my mom always stood up for what she believed in and since she can't, I have to. I am in the process of writing down when things were ordered and questions that need to be addressed.
Please send me vibes that I will somehow find the strength and courage to not falter. I am not a brave person, but having to dredge up all the pain in the process has only made me angry and strenghtened the lack of faith that I already have in the hospital.
If I can't even believe in a hospital to take care of their patients, then what is there left to believe in? Working there makes it even more difficult since I do not have the support I thought I had. This is more important than my job and if I had to find another one, I will. This is probably one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life and it has left me full of emotions and uncertainty of what their take will be about the care my mom received.