Hey there,
I’m messaging you to share my own healthcare story.
Seven years ago my grandmother had a stroke. The level of care was absolutely amazing.
July 4th my mother was diagnosed with a (meningioma) brain tumor approximately the size of a golf ball.
Firstly, she was told that because it was likely non cancerous that her surgery would be elective despite causing slurred speech, vomiting, nausea, vision loss, memory loss, confusion, and instability while walking.
Two weeks before her surgery she developed symptoms of increased intercranial pressure including but not limited to pins and needles over her entire body, emotional and psychological instability, further loss of vision in the non-affected eye, weakness, and nearly loss of the ability to walk.
She had her surgery on Wednesday, and the SAME NIGHT mere hours after her surgery while she was in the observation ward a step down from ICU while she was high on Dilaudid and waiting for the anesthesia to clear her system… physical therapy and occupational therapy were already assessing her for discharge by coming and “showing her where the bathroom was” and asking her questions that she was in no state to be answering.
I’m sorry but after having dilaudid myself after surgery, I also felt like I could do anything. They could have invited her to go to a trap house and she wouldn’t have cared.
We are only four days after surgery, my mother still can’t see enough to fill out her menu in the morning, she still needs assistance to get into her commode to go to the washroom. She can’t lift her feet to get out of her pants when changing clothes… yet they still plan on bringing in the physical therapist and occupational therapist in to assess her for discharge tomorrow, they even called a psychiatrist who proceeded to tell her that these symptoms are just stress and it’s all in her head. No one in their right mind would believe this…
I’m her next of kin, emergency contact and the person responsible for her care after hospitalization and not a single person on her care team has contacted me to speak with me after she went into the OR. Not even to let me know she was in recovery, or that she had been moved both times.
We have 14 stairs in our house to get up to her bedroom or the bathroom… if they send her home, she’ll be back in worse condition, this is beyond what I can handle by myself.
I’m genuinely scared for her. This is malpractice.
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