Samaritan Regional Health Syst
Doctor: James H Mooney
verbal and physical abuse
Hospital Complaint About: Samaritan Regional Health Syst - James H Mooney
Author: Sterling Sherwood
Hospital Service: Hospital For The Dead
Occur date: Nov 29 2010
Post date: May 14 2011, 04:23:27 AM
Doctor Complaint: James H Mooney - Samaritan Regional Health Syst
My Mother was verbally and physically abused. the following is a copy of the complaint made agaisnt them, but no one or agency cares- hospitals and doctors get a free ride for what they do. This complaint is for verbal and physical abuse that happened at Samaritan Hospital, 1025 center st., Ashland ohio 44805, 419-289-0491. My Mother is Joyce E. Sherwod, 126 west main st., new london, oh. Dob 03/30/1927, ss#283-22-0624, 567-267-0303. My Mother was taken to Samaritan Hospital (Ashland, Oh. ) in the early hours of 11/29/10, for what She and We believed to be a flu/virus or gasterial issue that She had had for about 2 weeks(as she started to show very small signs the first of Nov.-just as I was getting over the flu and thought She had caught it from Me- then it went to what She and We thought was indigestion, as She suffered from that from time to time- and because of the believed indigestion She wasn't eating much and drinking little). Once She was in the er, the nurses took her medical information and asked Her to tell them as much as She could.She told them as much as She felt like talking, then looked at Me. Both I and My Father where in the er with Her. She knew I would know the specific information to tell them. Just as I knew She would know mine. My Father was the typical dad, who always relied on mom to know the specifics. I told them Her symptoms, how long, when and all of Her medical history to the best of my knowledge. When I finished, the nurse who wanted the information turned to me and asked if I or My Father had medical power of attorney. My Mother said it was alright for Me to talk. The nurse said poa was really required, and then left. At the time I thought she was just snotty, and thought nothing more about it. Another nurse came in and asked Her if She had a living will, which I guess is pretty standard. But then She followed it up by asking My Mother if She would want resuscitation if She stopped breathing. My Mother became visibly upset. At this point My Mother had not even been examined yet, and I felt the conversation was totally inappropriate and doing nothing but frightening Her. I told the nurse that was enough and She left. Two more came in and said they were going to put a catheter in. My Mother firmly said no, She dind nor want one. Twenty years ago Her Mother (My Grandmother) broke a hip at the age of 94, She had already broke one before at the age of 70 and never had much mobility due to severe arhtritis. For the hip at 94 we brought Her to Samaritan and She recieved good care. But because of the hip fracture She needed a catheter. Although it was needed, it caused My Grandmother much discomfort and pain. Without a doubt that was the first thing My Mother thought of, and I as well. The nurses insisted She needed one, and My Mother said over and over no. I spoke up as well and said no She didn't want one. They left, and on the way out you could tell they were not pleased as they said"well you need one". I would like to know how they knew She needed one, as She had not even been examined yet. I presume in an ethical hospital no exam has taken place until you are looked at by a physican. Now in hindsight, the nurse's remarks and action actually set the tone for My Mother's entire stay at the hospital. The er doctor, Dr. Ivanuskas then came in . His attitude was 180 degrees from the nurses. Due to visible bloating of Her abdomen, Dr. Ivanauskas, ordered the appropriate tests to determine the cause. He had no problem in listening to Me and having Me ask and answer questions. The test results showed it was liver failure . He was very nice and told Her they would get Her admitted and get the fluid drained and She would feel better. Dr. Popovich came and talked to Her and said He would be the admitting doctor. Doctor Popovich told Her , probably as best as anyone could under the circumstances, the condition of the liver and the eventual outcome. My Mother asked if she had a year. As best as He could, he said 6 months,2 months, there was no way to tell, but you don't want to think that way. I said it was hard to believe, as just less than a month ago She was outside doing yard work and digging holes for chrysanthemums. Dr. Popovich said there is no reason why she can't again. He said the reason She didn't feel well right now was due to the fluid build up and given Her current condition there was no reason not to do as She felt like."don't think about the time, enjoy yourself" is the exact quote. He told her of the tips procedure, so if the fluid needed to be drained again She wouldn't have to have it drawn off with a needle like it was going to be done this time. He said the nearest center to have it done would be Columbus Regional or the Cleveland Clinc. She didn't like the idea of the surgery and going that far, and neither did I. Before I go any further, no, I did not have medical power of attorney. My Mother has been there for Me My entire life. She lived in the house where She grew up, and I ( at 46yrs) have always lived there, with Her and My Father. Now it was My turn to be there for Her and speak up, and She didn't have to tell Me as I knew She wanted Me to( not to imply that I had any problem with Dr. Ivanauskas or Dr.Popovich, as I didn't- they listened to Me equally as well as Her). Dr. Popovich said She didn't have to have it done if She didn't want to. He said it might have to be done maybe once a month and that She would know by the way She felt, and if She prefered it could be drained again as an outpatient at the hospital- She said She would want that instead of the tips and He said that was fine.
She was admitted late morning on 11/29/2010. Her mood was good. She said She didn't believe it and that She was going to be fine, and I whole heartedly agreed with Her. And no, it wasn't that She flat out didn't believe Him. It was the shock, the same as it was with Me. You have to know My Mother , She was 83, but She far from an old lady. She never acted or looked Her age. She was vibrant and very, very physically active. I am a self-employed cabinet maker and She ran the business. She went when I got lumber, made deliveries, took orders and made all the phone calls. She would even unload fire wood. So yes ,I agreeded with Her, She would be allright, She was My Mother and I could not think otherwise. My Mother was a fighter. I often talked to Her about if I got cancer. I told Her You might as well just lie down and die, I was always the pessimist, but My Mother never was. She said " not Me, if I would ever get it I'm going to fight and think that I'm going to be allright, don't you have any gumption". My Mother thought life was so prescious that one just fight for every second that there was. She had the right to deal with Her own mortality as She choosed, and so did I. She was admitted later in the morning of 11/29/2010. Her mood was good through out the day. In the afternoon of 11/29/2010 Dr. Popovich came to drain off the fluid from Her abdomen. He drained a small amount in a container for lab tests. He said the rest would be done the next day by someone using an ultrasound. He explained this would be better as they would be able to see what they were doing. As he was doing it blind, so to speak, they would know the exact location to drain the fluid, and also they would be sure not to penetrate any organs, which He was afraid He might. She asked Him if He could do it, as She never felt any discomfort. He said no, it would be an ultrasound tech, and it would be fine, just as good or better than He had just done. As this point My Mother had already gone quite fond of Dr. Popovich because of His manner. Monday evening My Father wanted to return home for rest. I told My Mother I would take Him and return as fast as possible. At my age I was much more able to stay, whether I slept or not. Plus the fact that My Mother and I where extremely close, She told Me that She wanted Me there. I was in the room with Her from when She was admitted, till She was discharged. Once in the room, My Mother was in quite good spirits. She said She was going to be find and make it. At one point I told Her that I was never going to feel the same about Christmas ever again. My Mother loved Xmas and just looked at me. She said," I'm going to, I'll get home , feel better and enjoy the lights". That was Her outlook and it made me feel better.
Early morning of 11/30/2010, nurses came to take Her for the ultrasound/fluid draining. I went with Her and was told that I could not go in the room with Her for the procedure. She told them She wanted Me in the room with Her. They ordered Me to wait outside, which should have been My first clue to have Her transfered to another hospital. Especially after the deal with the er nurses. They brought Her out and said they had drained a large amount of fluid. I asked Her how She was, She took ahold of my hand and shook Her head. I knew by the way She shook Her head, that it meant ," I'll tell you later". After back in the room She said that the man draining the fluid hurt Her terribly and would not pay any attention to Her. He just kept pushing on Her abdomen with all his force and said it had to be done. She said don't leave me alone with any of them again. Early afternoon My Brother arrived with My Father, having picked Him up on his way. Dr. Popovich came in to see how She was doing, and She told Him She wished He had drained the fluid. When I starting asking questions about what now, he said He usally found people to start felling better right away after removing the fluid and She could be discharged 12/1/2010 if She felt like it. Speaking just to Me, He said they where going to get Her up in a chair for dinner, as there was no reason for not to get up. He said She's got to get up. My Brother left late afternoon, leaving Me and My Father. Shortly after My Brother left, She asked Me to see if they would write a prescription for Her medicine. For at least 60yrs She has had to take b-12 and b-complex injections. She was diagnosed with pernicious anemia while at Baldwin Wallace in Her late teens. Her stomach was never able to have pill forms of b vitamins, hence the injections.I went out to the floor desk to explain and ask Dr. Popovich if He would write them as She had been without them for about a year had thought She would feel better with them. He asked why it had been a year. I explained how our family doctors had retired. There where three all in the same office. They were our doctors long before I was born. Eventually they retired, one after one, till the last one retired about two years ago. She had them write new prescriptions just before the last one retired. They always wrote the refills for 99 times, so She could take them as She felt She needed them. Dr. Popovich said that is a common practice for something that is taken quite often. Over the years they had told Her if She ever found a doctor closer(they were in Port Clinton,Oh.) they would not be mad. In fact the senoir doctor( Dr. James Ivan Rhiel, one time Chief of Staff at Magruder Hospital) would always worry about Her being on the road, as She was a lot. I was quite sickly as a child. We had a summer home at East Harbor since the 1950's and one time My Mother and Father needed a doctor while they were there and that is how we got started going to them. I explained to Doctor Popovich how over the years when She did try a doctor closer, as soon as the vitamins shots were mentioned, they would all act like She was trying to obtain narcotics. On more than one occasion Dr. Rhiel told My Mother if it was valium, she would have no trouble getting a doctor to write it. This was the reason She had put off trying to obtain a new doctor, after our family ones retired. She knew it would be the same thing She had heard over the years. To put it bluntly, most doctors have a____ on , they need to get over it. Especially when someone truly needs them. I don't care wgat form they are in, they are vitamins, not heroin. Before the ones in Port Clinton, Dr. Graham nad Dr. Cranston in Wakeman Oh and Dr Elrbach in New London had previously wrote the prescriptions for Her. They prescription had been given by the Cleveland Clinc, as they originally diagnosed Her condition. I'm sure that any doctor reading this complaint has the same poor views regarding injectable vitamins. After explaining all of this to Dr. Popovich, He said if She had them for that long, there was no reason She couldn't have them now. Especially if She thought they would make Her feel better. He said bring whatever I could find, vials or prescriptions to show what She had been taking and He would write them for Her. I went back into the room to tell Her Dr. Popoivich said He would write them, and said I'd run home as fast as I could and bring back what ever I could find. She asked if I was coming back, and I said of course, just as quick as I could. A fast trip from the hospital -home - hospital would take at least one hour. It was raining hard, and it was close to two. When I got back to the third floor, I told Dr. Popovich I had them. He said hang onto them and He'd write new ones before She was discharged. When I went into the room, My Mother was up sitting in a chair, alert, and eating. The first thing She said to Me was " I thought you died, where have you been". My Father said that He thought She was feeling better, as She was getting back top Her old self- the first that She had in close to two weeks. She ate a good amount of her dinner. Later that evening they put Her back in bed. Later that evening(11/30/2010), several nurses came in and examined Her bed and quietly talked among themselves. The next thing, one pulled the covers off of My Mother while another one pushed a recliner up to the bed, the recliners were on casters. My Father and I were both startled, while My Mother asked what was going on. They told Her that Her bed was a large one that was adjustable, and that they had patient that was too big to fit in a regular bed. They seemed to find it quite amusing, and while laughing told Her that such She was a little bitty thing that they were going to take Her bed. The bed that She was in was already adjusted to full length, and She was continually sliding downn in bed, causing Her feet to hurt from pressure of the footboard. It was such a constant effort to get someone to pull her up in bed, that I had begun to pull Her up myself. My Mother was five foot ten inches tall. Their statement that She could make do with something smaller was absurd. My Father and I both asked what was going on, and to leave Her be. Once again the response was" do you have med. poa". You have to understand the attitude that was being conveyed. It was one of, - hey, it's a privilege that we are even allowing you to be in the room and we can have you removed- that is no exaggeration. You don't know what to say or do, you think your'e in a hospital and don't have to worry about being treated or spoke to in such a manner. Onr nurse got on each side on the bed, a female and a male nurse. All the while She was asking what is going on, not believeing their actions. She was pleading with them, saying She had never heard of such a thing. It was hard to believe, especially since they thought it was very funny. She asked them to let Me move Her, given Her experience in the hospital so far, one could not blame Her. I started to get up and the male nurse said quite firmly, He can't do it, insurance reasons. They grabbed ahold of Her and raised Her up, and they didn't take their time as to be gentle. As they were raising Her, She reached to take Hold of the male nurse, since he was exerting the most force. He took hold of Her hand and told Her not to grab ahold of Him. They got Her upright in bed, swung Her legs over so She was sitting on the edge of the bed. They pulled her to Her feet and turned Her around by Her shoulders so Her back was to the recliner. They twisted Her legs around each other, not giving Her time to move Her feet as they turned Her. They put Her in the recliner and just pushed it back toward the other side of the room. There was nothing slow about the whole process, apparently they were on a time schedule and wanted to keep it. Her feet were dragging on the floor while they pushed Her. She kept saying She had never heard of such a thing, and they just laughed about Her feet , saying She was too tall. My Father said leave Her be, He just got a look. They took Her bed out and brought another one in . She had begun to sob, still saying She couldn't believe what was going on. I asked if this was something they have done before. Wake somebody up and just take them out of their bed. They found Me amusing. They shoved Her toward the new bed, and Her feet were going back under the recliner and getting caught between the recliner and the floor. They were bending backwards and She let out a yelp. They said She was just too tall and chuckeld. They picked Her up, plopped Her in bed, and covered Her up and left. If it had been someone out in the street doing these same actions, your first instinct of what to do would get you aressted. But in a hospital, where care is supposed to be given, you are just to dumbfounded and in too much of a state of shock to know what to do or say.
Close to midnite(11/30/2010), My Father said He was going downstairs to the lobby, as He was tired and could not rest in the recliners. As I was in Her room Her entire stay, and awake the whole time(am11/29-pm12/02/2010), sometimes I would be hungry at nite. She knew that I had been going to the cafateria at nite to get things out of the vending machines. Late Tues nite(Wensday morning), She told Me that She was so hungry that She didn't think She could make it to breakfast without something to eat. I was happy She had an appetiteback. It was clear the reason She lost it was due to the fluid buildup, which She and We thought was indegestion and gas bloat. Now that the pressure was relieved She felt good enough to eat. Since I knew She liked danishes and one of the machines had apple danishes, I brought back two to the room. One for Her and one for Me. She wolfed down about two thirds as fast as She good, making up for the time that She hadn't ate anything. She said it was good and that should hold Her till breakfast. Seeing how Her spirits were high and that She felt good, I once again broached the subject that I had brought up in the er. I had told Her if it was Her liver, I would be a living donor. She originally said She didn't think it was Her liver(neither did I), but it was easy to see Her hesitation was due to the fact that She didn't want to put Me through being a donor. I told Her look how good she feels now, and don't worry about Me, I would be fine. That I didn't care, I would do anything in my power to help Her."Please Mom, I don't want to lose you", is an exact quote. She said allright, She would do it. I'm not saying that I would have been a match(odds are good, being a blood relative), or if after getting through all the red tape, there would have even be time. But She had the will to fight, and that is a very precious thing, and I wanted Her to fight. I wanted My Mother around Me as long as possible, which I wouldn't if She had just lied down and gave up.
Just before lunch, on 12/01/2010, Dr. James Mooney came in to the room and announced that He would know be Her attending physcian(we found out later that Dr. Popovich was not on staff , at least that week, on Wensdays and Thursdays). The rhetoric that came out of His mouth last a good forty five minuets. He told Her that because of Her condition She should not go home, that She needed to go straight to hospice. He asked Her if She wanted resuscitation, because it might be needed at any second. She repeatedly told Him that She was going home. When I told Him the same, I just got a look from him while He asked if I had med-poa, then turned back to My Mother and just started all over again. He never said, but the man gave the distinct impression that He was very close to taking complete control of My Mother care, as She was not mentally capable and that I had no legal right. You could tell by His looks and demeanor that He was in complete charge, not I , or even My Mother. My Mother was in control of Her faculties and alert. Neither She or I were ignorant persons, both finishing higher education. Counting law school, I assume I have as much time in post-grad studies as Dr. Mooney. But He very much had a god complex, or at the least a superiority complex, and a high one. She became emotionally upset, saying No and Please, over and over again. He told Her She needed to face facts. He practically demanded that She should have a tips procedure. My Mother told Him that Dr. Popovich said it was allright if She didn't and that She would be fine to have it down as an outpatient if needed. He bacame aggitated , again saying She wasn't facing the facts, as He called them. He then went to the side of Her bed that was against the wall, were a dry eraser board hung. He told Her that She needed to look it. He than drew a depiction of a liver having a tips performed in a very detailed and graphic representation. My Mother was crying , saying no, She was going home and not having it done. I told Him firmly She was going home and not having it done, that I was going to take care of Her. He then drilled Me as to whether I lived with Her and if so, would My job would allow Me the time to tend to Her. I told Him I lived with Her and that I was self-employed so it would not be a problem, and He need not worry about it. I said She was going home and that was that. He said ok, turned to to leave the room and said" your'e not facing reality.it will be overwhelming, you will not be able to do it. she needs to go to hospice and have the tips done", and then left the room. There is no doubt in My mind, that to Dr. Mooney, My Mother was nothing but an old woman who was dying, and needed to go to someplace for that purpose. Neither Her wishes, nor Her family's mattered. He cared nothing about beating any chance for Her to have some piece of well being left. A person has the right, when being told what She had been, to be able to say "I'm going to fight it and win", whether they win or not. If a person was told they have a year to live, in Dr Mooney's eyes, they would not be facing reality if they did not immedately lie down and say they were going to die any second, and forget about living the time they had left. That is a honest assesment of his attitude towards My Mother. Her whole outlook changed 180 degrees after being forced to listen to Dr. Mooney. I tryed to talk Her back into better spirits, and while I was doing so Her lunch was brought in. She would not even look at it. I told Her She must be hungry, knowing how She had been in the middle of the nite. All She said was "He said it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter", over and over. I told Her to forget what He said and it does matter, that She had to eat. I even told Her if She didn't eat I wouldn't take Her(it was just to get her to eat). She looked at me and said,"please,no, I want to go home. don't let Him put Me in hospice". I told Her I was just trying to get her to eat, and that there was no way I was taking Her any place but home. My Mother was a very intelligent woman, but given the way the nurses talked to Her, Dr. Mooney and the way My Father and I were constantly being asked if We had med. poa, any person would think their fate was out of thier own hands. I knew that was what She was afraid was happening, and so was I. I assured Her She was going home and to eat, nothing had changed. After some pressure I had Her back close to the state of mind before Mooney had come into the room.
Sometime time later( shortly after Dr. Mooney), several nurses, or aides came in and said they were going put a catheter in. My Mother said She didn't want one. They told Her She needed one to check Her urine output, and that She was going to get it. She repeatedly told them She did not want one, and they ignored Her. She was very much coherent and in control of Her faculties, as every few hours when they would come in to check Her iv( she was on one the whole time she was there) and read Her resp.,bp and hr, they would ask Her what Her name was and Her date of birth. She answered every time. Most of the nurses would say " what's that honey, I can't hear you". Looking back, I believe that was their way of saying She was unresponsive. Her voice had gotten a little softer, due to the fact She was weaker that her normal state. Otherwise, by no means was My Mother the typical frail 83 year old lady. The room was number 344, a large private room. It was a semi-private that had been made into a private. her bed was against one wall, while I was in a recliner that was next to the opposite wall. I was further away from Her than any of the nureses that kept saying they couldn't hear Her. I repeatedly had no trouble hearing Her , and at one point told the nurses it must be a problem with their hearing. I distinctly heard Her say No to the catheter, and they ignored Her. A patient has the legal right to refuse any treatment. I told them She didn't want one. Their response was to ask Me if I had a med poa. And they told Me in such a way, that no one would take it to mean anything but shut up or we can have you removed. I told them again She didn't want one and started to get up and My Mother looked at Me and said "no, I want you here, and they'll make you leave". I told Her don't worry about that and She motioned Me back saying" please,no, sit down". I did not want to cause Her more distress, so I sat back down. She kept imploring them that She didn't want one and not to put it in. They than began to examine and talk about Her as if She wasn't even there. One of them said" wow Her prolapse (prolapsed uterus)is so bad , I don't know how we are going to get it in. I told them That She was of aware of that. That She had been to a gynecologist( I took Her) several years about it. He had told Her it was nothing that would kill Her, and that He had seen worse. Only if it got to the point were it bothered Her that She couldn't navigate, then She might need to do something about it. And it hadn't slowed Her down one bit. They just looked at Me and asked if I had med. poa. I told them why don't they listen to Her then. They said She has to have one. The whole process of putting it in lasted over an hour and took four attempts. On the third attempt an expert(as they called him) came in to do it. He took his hand and forcibly shoved Her uterus to make way for the catheter. My Mother screamed in pain and told him to please stop, that he was hurting Her and She didn't want one. He just said "it's gotta be done". I got up and said something to effect of , hey or come on now. I don't remember what he said, but he promptly left. I went over to Her and told Her I was going to do something about it. She begged Me not to, saying they'll make Me leave the room and that She didn't want to be alone with them. She said "they'll have to listen to Me". I told Her don't worry, they're not going to do any, and went out in the hall to find the man who had just tried to insert the catheter. I looked for a few minutes, and returned to the room when I couldn't find him. Just as I was entering the room, another man was coming out and said"we got it in". I went in and asked Her if She told them She didn't want it. She said yes, that they did it anyway. She told Me not to do anything, that She didn't want Me to get in trouble( I again could see it was causing Her distress worrying about Me, so I promised Her I wouldn't), and that She would get someone, anyone to take it out. Shortly there after, My Brother and Father arrived, And She told them everything. They got nowhere, just as I did. She repeatedly asked them to remove it, that it was causing a terrible burning sensation. Nope, you have to have it. At one point She asked them if it was going to be removed before She went home, and they said they didn't know.This went on all day Wensday, Her begging to have it removed, that She didn't want it. Later that nite, I came back into the room after being gone for a few minutes, and She said a man was in and removed the catheter, saying She didn't need it and didn't know why they had done it in first place.
Late Thursday morning(12/02) a man came in and identified himself a s a social worker. He said Dr. Mooney had sent him in to discuss Her release. He then began to tell Her once again how hospice was the place She needed to go. Wondered if She understood what was going to happen to Her and if She would want resuscitation. He then went on to tell Her that She had to have the tips procedure. Having to go through all of this and hear it again, My Mother, at this point just shook Her head and said"please, no". It could not be taken anyother way but to mean, shutup and leave Me alone. This time I was quite firm and cut him off in mid speech, and told him no. I said She was going home and that I (we) were going to take care of Her and that She wasn't going to have a tips. I looked right at him and said"OK?". He said fine, turned to leave and shook his head. By this time My Brother and Father had returned, and We were told She would be released as so as the paper work was finished( an hour or two). My Mother asked Me to find out if they were going to write Her prescriptions, as Dr. Popovich said He would. I went out to find Dr. Mooney on the floor. I told him about the conversation I had with Dr Popovich, and that he said he would write them. " No, I wont write it. She doesn't need them. This all needs to be addressed in hospice. That's why She needs to go there. She's not facing reality and neither are you. I'm looking at Her chart and Dr. Popovich never told Her what She said he did. She doesn't understand what going on. She isn't going to die, She is dieing. She needs to accept it"( I have always been very good at remembering exact quotes). I told Him everything that She said Dr. Popovich told Her was the truth, as I was standing right beside her at the time. He said maybe He was being nice because of her age. I turned and walked away, because as far as I was concerned the conversation was over. I went back in the room and She asked if they were going to write them. I told Her no and She jsut shook Her head and said they don't care.
Thursday afternoon she was released and We brought Her home. She slowly started to eat less, but still drank quite good, but in a few days that tapered off as well. I reminded Her how She promised She would eat, and also that She said would see about the transplant(again, I'm not saying I would be a match or if there would have been time- but She did have the state of mind to previously say yes- She was going to do everything possible to fight). On Tuesday,12/07, She asked Me to call the hospital and tell them they said they would write Her prescriptions, and to see if She could get them. She said maybe I'll feel better with them, She begged Me to get them for Her. I called and talked to Dr. Popovich, as he was on duty. I told him how he said he would write them, but wasn't on duty when She was released. He said yes. If She'd had them for that long, there was no reason She couldn't have them now. especially if it would make Her feel better. He told Me to bring whatever I could find and that he was there untill seven o'clock. I went to the third floor and gave him the information. As he was writing them he asked how She was doing. I said ok, but She won't get up. He asked why not. I told him she keeps saying maybe She'll feel better tomorrow. I didn't want to tell him that I thought the real reason was because of the way Dr. Mooney ahd talked. I didn't want to talk about one of his colleagues while he was writing the prescriptions. He said "Get Her up. Theree's no reason for Her not to get up. I talked to Her about that. She has to get up, if not she get pneumonia.Get Her up, She wasn't that bad".I got home and told Her what he said, and She said She would later. She had several injections over the next ten days. But She still refused to eat much of anything. What She did was just enough so her hunger pains didn't drive Her crazy. About 12/11 or 12/12 I finally asked her why She had changed from what She told Me in the hospital. About how She was going to eat and see about the transplant. She said I'm not going to put You through that for nothing. I said don't worry about Me. She said "no, he said it doesn't matter. I'm going to die and it doesn't matter. Don't make Me eat anything else and just let Me go". I tried to tell it did matter and if this is all because of what he said, don't listen to him, listen to Dr Popovich. She said"no theyr'e right I'm an old woman and 83 is a good age". She ahd been so long without eating at this point, I don't think She had a desire anymore. She did before Dr. Mooney hounded Her. Toward the end I thought She might be in pain and told Her to tell Me if She was. I told Her if so, I would Take Her back to the hospital. I don't think She was, I think She was just uncomfortable from lying so long. She pleaded for Me not to take Her back. She said "no, they won't let Me come home- he'll put Me in hospice". She begged Me not to take Her back, She was terrified about what Dr. Mooney would do. I told Her She would come home, and that they might give Her something so She got an appetite back. She again begged Me not to. I struck a deal with Her. I told her if She got in pain, She would have to tell Me. I would take Her and swore She'd come home. She agreed. but from that point on She never made one single complaint. She passed away 12/17 2:30a.am., with My Father on one side and Me on the other, both of Us holding Her hand. The last thing She said was "everything will be all right". My Mother got Her wish, to die at home. But, and I swear to God Allmighty, I firmly believe She would have lived longer if not for Dr. Mooney and the way She was abused at Samaritan Hospital. 90% of everyone involved in the care of My Mother, treated Her as if She was nothing but an old woman who was going to die. She should accept it and it didn't matter what they did. Nothing will ever convince Me that the only reason for the catheter, against her wishes, was just so they didn't have to bother putting Her on a bedpan, because I heard there remarks several times. And as far as med. poa, any person has the right to appoint someone to speak for them. they also have the right to refuse treatment, and the right to be free of verbal harrassment. I made a complaint to the hospital's consumer response dept. It was looked into by Dr Phil Myers, the VP for hospital affairs. His response was to give Me his views on the benefits of hospice, which I had never argued. But someone who doesn't believe in it should not have it rammed down their throat. Both I and My Mother had many discussions about hospice. We felt it was ok if a person didn't have any family, or if their family wassn't able to take care of them. Otherwise , we believed, hospice is just an excuse to get people out of the way. Feeling this way, I firmly believe My Mother just gave up, when it was shoved down Her throat. Dr. Myers wouldn't comment on the physical abuse. He told Me he didn't believe there is any difference between the way Dr. Mooney and Dr. Popovich treated Her. If so , I don't believe Dr. Popovich would have spoke the way he did when I went over to get the prescriptions. Dr. Mooney should never be allowed near any patient. If he wishes to stay in medicene, it should be in clinical research, or something where he never has contact with another patient. I made a complaint with the Ashland P.D. and they just ignored it. I had to go to the sheriff's dept. and have them call the pd just to get an answer back. They told the sheriff's dept. to tell Me they where investigating it. The same time I was being told this, the pd sent Me an e-mail saying they understood I didn't like the outcome of the investigation- I found it when I got home. Maybe My Mother would have lived 2 months, 4 months, or maybe She would have lived just until 12/25, or 12/19,I don't know. But if I was robbed of even one day of being with Her, because of the language, or actions of another person or persons, it is NOT ACCEPTABLE. That is a nitemare beyond imagination. I was a witness to all that happened. My Father was to much of it, plus was told everything by My Mother.
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