Well Aunt Martha, was sent back to our local hospital last night. But they said her head was still bleeding (not sure how much). But even her doctor here said that they should have kept her a little longer in Asheville. They said that all the bleeding was due to the fact that she was on so much aspirin. I don't know how common it is, but the doctors here use aspirin for diabetic treatment. She has to stay at the hospital until they have a room available at Tsali Care Center.
Yesterday I called the LAWYER. ( I hate that word. I don't know why. I've never been in trouble, but that word is very intimidating.) I called him in late May and he said that he was hoping to hear from Mission in Mid-June. So I "made" myself wait a little longer before I called back. He said that the FIRST time he talked to the administration they said that they didn't see anything that they did wrong!!!!! (WHAT!!!! Are you kidding?) So he said well, I think you all need to look at it again. Because we have this and this and this complaint against you. So we are waiting for a SECOND response. He thinks they are really reviewing this case since he went back through and pointed to the problems. My lawyer has told them they need to make a decision so the family (me) can make a decision about the next step. I HATE this waiting game. It's been 18 months since I lost Cylas and I am still playing this annoying waiting game with the hospital that killed him. When I think about how they carried out his treatment I get angry all over again.
1) He was in a NORMAL room for three days and they knew he had sepsis when he was admitted.
2) They kept telling me that it was ONLY a skin infection and it could be treated.
3) On Monday, January 14th he had a permenant IV line placed in his left shoulder. He was brought back to the room at 1:00, around 1:30 the nurse upped his IV fluid to 75 cc an hour. (It was only supposed to be for a little while, but it turned into about 10 hours.) Cylas was on 75 ccs until 10:30 pm. In that time, 6 pounds of liquid settled into his body, the doctors and nurses tried everything to make that liquid move out of his body and nothing worked.
4) Tuesday morning, he wasn't peeing, he was having a hard time breathing, his arms, his arms were already above his head and he could not lower them. His little heart was having to work too hard!! It was then that they moved him to the ICU but it was too LATE!! The damage had been done.
5) By Tuesday night, the sepsis infection had made it into his blood stream, thanks to the IV fluid overload. They couldn't operated because he had lost his ability to clot (they had taken his blood that morning and it was still bleeding). So if they opened him up he would bleed to death. AND thanks to all of that IV fluid, blood was not getting circulated to all of his major organs. The doctor and surgeon informed us that there was nothing more they could for him and the option was up to us. We were asked if we wanted to take him off life support or let nature take it course. I chose to let everything happened naturally. (This news was given to us at 7:00 pm.)
6) At 9:15 pm my little man was GONE!! His heart, kidneys, lungs, and eveything else had shut down.
So, if by reading this, YOU as my readers still see nothing wrong with how they took care of my son, then please let me know. That hospital is FREAKIN' CRAZY!!!!!!! I am just so angry that they even had the nerve to say they did nothing WRONG!!!! They could have handled my son a little bit better then they did. I don't know for sure if he could have survived sepsis, but they sure as hell owed it to him to try and fight!! I know that I asked questions, his grandma asked questions, we all asked questions and we were all lied to. I didn't learn that he had sepsis until he was already dead. It was never mentioned to me. They kept telling me he had a skin infection.
I am just ANGRY!!!!!! I needed to VENT!!! I needed to get all of this out of my head. Thanks for listening (reading).
(Cylas, sorry about this post. I am just so upset and angry right now. I wanted to take some time and say that I love you and miss you very much. And I want you to know I did everything I could while you spent your time in the hospital, but sometimes I feel like I didn't fight hard enough.)