How it all began, two years ago!

Hendersonville Health and Rehabilitation, Flat Rock NC. SanStone Health and Rehabilitation, Dr. Larry Joe Russell, Dr. Harold Picus, Susan Habel RN., Lara Mooney LPN, Maud " Cookie" Romeo, Christopher Sprenger, Mike Deloach, Paul Shogren
Two years ago I would not be able to tell you anything about any of those listed above. Mom had her surgery on September 7, 2011. Mission Hospital in Asheville was where this story begins. Mom had her surgery, and was a little slower recovering than expected. Her stay in Mission lasted at least a week longer than expected. Doctor Harold Picus who had done the surgery, decided Mom was ready to transfer to Care Partners in Asheville NC. My brother and sister argued that Mom was not ready to be moved. A nurse on Mom's floor stopped them from sending her to Care Partners that day, but within two days I got a call that she was being moved.
At Care Partners, Mom was starting to be able to participate in physical and occupational therapy, even though she was not eating much. They would just wheel her tray into the room, and leave it. We always had to make sure someone was there to help her with her meals. We even brought her different foods, that we knew she would eat. You could walk into Care Partners and never see a nurse the whole way to Moms room. Despite everything, at or around the 20 day mark, ( the magical number of days covered by Medicare ), they decided that Mom was ready to go home. Again family members argued that she was not ready, and they sent her home anyway.
The family made arrangements to gather all the equipment that Mom would need at home. She was glad to finally be in her own bed. My sister spent most nights sleeping in a chair at the end of Moms bed, in case she needed anything at night. Everyone took turns trying to provide her with the care she needed. She was supposed to have home health aids, but that never really happened. After being home for just a week, Mom ended back in Mission Hospital, she was complaining of stomach pain and was not reacting well to the medications that she was prescribed. That Thursday, I went over to her house, everyone who was there agreed that she needed to go to the ER. Mom was in Mission for over a week this time. They were treating her for hemorrhoids, and trying to get her medication right. The Er doctors at mission were the most professional of all the providers we had been dealing with. Mom started to improve, and the doctors were able to get her approved for more rehabilitation, at a " skilled nursing facility". This is where the true nightmare begins and tragically ended, with Moms death. November 3, 2011. Possibly the worst day of my life so far.
More to come tomorrow!