Jan was found deceased 09/15/08. She had been dependent on dialysis treatments after taking meds for asthma.  Her muscles became so weakened that one weekend she laid on the floor after falling. She could not get to the telephone  to call for help. The Monday  she was found deceased she had missed the Friday and that Monday dialysis treatments. The center alleges the police was sent to her apartment when she did not show. Contrariwise, a relative said they called the police when Jan did not answer the door or phone. Regardless, no one accompanied the police into the apartment. Jan had complained to the dialysis center about bogus Chinese drugs.

Before her death she advised family members that the center was using a drug made in China that was deemed dangerous. She had to be concerned to speak up because prior she had told me and family members that patients were pushed and yelled at by staff but they all were too afraid to speak up. Anyway, the doctor explained that the drug used was from a different lot number.  Jan requested a dialysis complaint form. Two weeks later she was dead. The form was found in her apartment--blank. Also found in her apartment (amongst regular prescriptions) was a paper that comes with the prescription for oxycodon and a paper stating she had hepatitis and had complained of unexplainable headaches. Per the internet research I did Hepatitis is accompanied by headaches and the liver is shrivelled up (sclerosis of the liver).  Hepatitis can be caused by transfusions and bad drugs. Her face was darkened and emaciated when I saw her 09/02/08 at Vic's funeral. And she was found 09/15/08, dead.
(Once she said there is nothing worst than to have a policeman angry with you. I wish I had asked her to elaborate.) People were anxious to cremate her before time. We were able to recover  the body after 7 days and waited about 3-4 more days for the body to thaw out before funeral plans could be made; she was frozen.

Vic died 08/10/08. He was doing dialysis after being treated for diabetes (insulin treatments had been replaced by many pills). The last week of his life follows:
(a) the last Wednesday of his life he was picked up and did dialysis and was told then to go straight to the hospital because the catheter was infected; the hospital admitted him but he was told they did not  change catheters but his blood was taken that night and he was allowed to leave; (b) the next day (Thursday) a call was received that Vic was to come in for dialysis at the center ; he did dialysis and was given an appointment to have the catheter removed the next day (Friday) at an access center; and (c) he was taken by a family member and returned by the center; he was to return that Monday to have the catheter replaced.; Vic died Sunday. The first responder (I am told)  was a fireman (followed by the police).  ILater it was suggested that he be cremated. The family said no. We wanted an autopsy; we were told there was no suspicion of foul play.

Aunt Gen died 11/2006. She fell out the bed. After being taken to the hospital it was said that she needed a colonoscopy. It was done and she was to rehabilitate in a hursing home. There she began to throw up and was taken back to the hospital. She was fine Friday when visited but something happened over the weekend. The week of her death: (a) Monday she was visited by family members and the room was empty. They waited around but finally left. Noone said anything to them; they believed Gen was at a test. That Wednesday (two days later) a call was received; the family was told Gen was dead.

Aunt Gen had visited Pop in the hospital and had told the doctor that pop looked like he was suffering from kidney failure. It is said the doctor ran out the room. Pop died after being hospitalized and under heavy sedation for 5 straight months, from kidney failure (according to the death certificate, 10 days of kidney failure). I am told his blood pressure had been taken on his legs ( the site of an old army wound) rather than his arm. He had received a Purple Heart in the military and was rewarded with this treatment.

Pop died 03/1999. He went to the emergency room to return medicine for pneumonia which had been prescribed but was incapatible with his heart medication. The intern said it was okay. Pop attempted to show where it said it was not. He was then given a large white pill to take. When he awakened he was strapped down and had a tube down his throat. The prescription had been taken from Mom and Pop was dependent on oxygen from that point . He complained to me that the portable oxygen often did not work when delivered. Ultimately, he ended up back in the hospital for 5 months and  was unresponsive once he was moved from the 1st floor to the upper floor of the rehab center.  

Mom died 09/2004. She had had eye surgery which went awry. Tje firs toperaton was successful. She could read upa storm. It was much later that she told me that the second time the they did the same eye. This was after the episode I will discuss next. Mom unable to see stopped walking one day. She was taken to the emergency room and was sent home; they did not know why she stopped walking. As time went on she worsened and developed bedsores. I took he rto the E/R and they wanted to know if she had ever had any surgeries. I said no, another family member said yes- her eyes. They looked into her eyes.  (It was later that I realized Mom had had a stroke that caused her to stop walking and caused her to have slurred speech, a twisted mouth, and limb movement problems. (I checked on the internet).

The ordeal was horrific. I asked that she be transferred to the wound center at another hospital. I was told no. I was told I could not go into her room. When I opened the door an aide was straddled atop her brushing her gums with a froth substance. In the bed next to my mother an aide was tending to someone else. Once I was allowed to stay with Mom, I found that the other lady was a "vgetable" who had to hav eher throat cleared of spit and infection. She had a hole in her buttocks from a huge bed sore. She had been brought to the hospital from a neighboring nursing home according to her daughters. The room had a contamination sign in the room but placed there atr I was there for days. I did not leave my mother. I was there a week and left once to shower. I asked for anothe rroom; the stink was horrific. I was told there was no other vacancy. The woman had Ensure poured into her stomach; she never gained consciousness. I wa sfrightened; I wanted my mother out of there. I argued with doctors and the social worker.

Young student nurses came into the room one morning  and worked on the other lady; they changed her diaper. They appeared to be in training. To my horror they came to my mother with the same gloves. I asked if they were going to change their gloves. They looked up at the head nurse and she nodded her head yes. 

In the end I found a neatly folded Band-Aid in mom's mouth after a nurse put her pills in her mouth before I could check the pills. Afterwards, Mom would not eat. They said she had to go to a nursing home even though I wanted to take her home with me. If she did not eat they would wisk her away; and I had power of attorney. I was in a dangerous place. I cried and told Mom that if she did not eat I had to leave her. She opened her mouth and I saw something. I reached in and pulled out a neatly folded Band-Aid.

I asked for a complaint form. I was told I could not complain because I was not the patient. I called the police on my cell phone; what I believed to be my only connection to safety. The police came but they were not directed to the room; I dared not leave her. I raised my voice and demanded to take her home. They complied but not before they gave her a needle that made her poop all over herself. In addition, they took  the "dead" lady out first. Consequently, when the ambulance drivers came they thought my mother was causing all the stink. I explained what had happened to me and my mother. 

The doctor did not okay supplies to Medicare for me. I had to purchase supplies from Epic to dress my mother's wounds. A nurse visited and my mother was terrified of her. The nurse deflated the mattress to get me to leave the room but I knew how to work the pump. She dabbled with my mom's wound and I regret letting her touch mom with long Q-tips. I saw my mother go downhill. But she was with family and she knew I loved her. God was ready to pluck his flower.

Why would a frail elderly person be placed in a room with an infected, unconscious person from a nursing home?  To add insult to injury Mom's hospital bill was mixed up with the other person's bill. It was not a mistake and I wrote Medicare about it. The nurse knew me and my mother. It was impossible for her to make the mistake.

Is this health care?

All respect and honor is given to the policemen and healthcare providers who are true t their calling in Baltimor, MD.
But why would the policy of the police department now involve partnership with healthcare professionals and gang leaders?
Don't the each have their own agendas?
Shouldn't  the agendas not overlap?
What would prevent new recruis from settling old grudges with the help of partners?
Where is the system of checks and balances?
Isn't this prototype to the methods of the KGB?
Isn't there the risk of vigilante groups collaboratively settling scores and preventing legitimate law suits?
Read: A Prescription for Trouble: Dangerous Doses and America's Other Drug Problem by Jason Zasky. Why is America plagued with bogus Chinese drugs? Because among other reasons, there is profit. Those usually honorable are crooked.  A few spoil the whole barrel and Americans are being  exploited. 
http://www.failuremag.com/arch_science_dangerous_doses.html
http://www.usatoday.com/news/opinion/editorials/2005-05-30-o ur-v...