As the years advance, and we discover new technologies to improve our daily lives, we find that humanity in general has taken a giant step back into the dark ages. Especially the healing arts.
At the present time, the medical profession is no longer a matter of preserving lives, it has become a business. And at humanity’s expense. The quality of hospitals and other care facilities has deteriorated to the point that everyone having a loved one entering a hospital, for whatever reason, be advised to have someone monitor the quality of care on a regular basis.
Those who are able to afford the very best, and on a private basis, are the only ones who still get adequate care, but how about all the others? This country is known all over the world for the best quality of doctors, scientists, facilities and in research and discoveries. But missing is compassion, skills, caring and humanity. Those are rare and far between, and what tremendous fortune to encounter them in the medical system today.
My husband, who even in advanced years, enjoyed physical health and well being. He spent most of his life as a chiropractic physician, to help people on every occasion, he cared tremendously about his patients and their well-being. He was told that he needed a pacemaker and reluctantly agreed. It should have been very simple and routine procedure. However, he came out of surgery with a serious infection, that was either ignored or never detected, so after a few hours he was released from the hospital. The fever rose during the night and I called the paramedics to return him to the hospital. The paramedics were superb.
As the infection got worse, who was to blame? Of course it was his age! No one would take responsibility. After various medical maneuvers, they finally reduced his fever and he was then taken to a rehabilitation facility where he began to improve slightly. Then he was able to be taken home so that I could care for him. There were a handful of excellent nurses, who worked various shifts including the night shift. Even so, I spent time with him at home every day making sure that his condition improved and trying to upgrade the situation. But the ineptness, stupidity and lack of care, no cooperation from the administration was glaring.
Because of this, I could not achieve my goal. His suffering was beyond description and I was helpless. I could not imagine how bad it could have been had I not been there with him every day.
My husband succumbed to his great ordeal, and I could not even be with him at that time. They simply put a sheet over his head, so what did they care? He had a good life, according to them. I am left with that nightmare on a daily basis. What is sad, is that none of this is uncommon. And for all we know, it could even be worse.
