My mother passed away on the 15th of September. She was in a hospital that refused to believe she had dementia. Said she passed the very basic test. And ignored any symptoms she had and appeared to be so against me. She kept saying she wanted to die, and they believed she was totally capable of giving or denying consent to any procedures. I was told on the previous Friday, that she would be dead on the Monday. And their behaviour towards her on the Saturday, and Sunday was cruel. I was so upset on the sunday, I found the doctor, and said I was taking my mother home. Doctor said I could not because she was on oxygen and on morphine.
The nurse took mum to the toilet and would not help her. I sat outside crying, and did not help my mother either. And I don't know why. When the nurse put her back into bed, mum was agitated and said to me she wanted to use her bowels. And I payed no heed, once again I don't know why. So the nurse said, oh I can see she is in pain, I will give her some morphine, she is written up for 8mg.
Not long after this my mothers meal was bought in, so I tried to feed her, I put the food in her mouth, she appeared to eat, then the food dribbled out of her mouth. She was starering at the wall. So I went looking for a nurse, could not find her nurse.
I saw another nurse and said what was happening with the food, the nurse said, she would look in on my mother. I went home and was in complete denial of what the doctor said about her dying by Monday. Because when I left her, I made up my mind to be with her at every meal to help her eat. But mid morning on the Monday she passed away.
I have attended to all I needed to do and now I am in the grief and I am so sad at how she died.
And so hurt by how she was treated. I am glad I was able to take care of her for the most part, but how she was treated in hospital appals me. i did not think I would need to come back to the group after mother died. But a link was sent to my computer and I read the share on what THEY. Don't tell us. I could so relate and was grateful for the member who sent this share in. Thank you Beverley. Perth. Western. Australia
The nurse took mum to the toilet and would not help her. I sat outside crying, and did not help my mother either. And I don't know why. When the nurse put her back into bed, mum was agitated and said to me she wanted to use her bowels. And I payed no heed, once again I don't know why. So the nurse said, oh I can see she is in pain, I will give her some morphine, she is written up for 8mg.
Not long after this my mothers meal was bought in, so I tried to feed her, I put the food in her mouth, she appeared to eat, then the food dribbled out of her mouth. She was starering at the wall. So I went looking for a nurse, could not find her nurse.
I saw another nurse and said what was happening with the food, the nurse said, she would look in on my mother. I went home and was in complete denial of what the doctor said about her dying by Monday. Because when I left her, I made up my mind to be with her at every meal to help her eat. But mid morning on the Monday she passed away.
I have attended to all I needed to do and now I am in the grief and I am so sad at how she died.
And so hurt by how she was treated. I am glad I was able to take care of her for the most part, but how she was treated in hospital appals me. i did not think I would need to come back to the group after mother died. But a link was sent to my computer and I read the share on what THEY. Don't tell us. I could so relate and was grateful for the member who sent this share in. Thank you Beverley. Perth. Western. Australia