Would you fight?

SanStone Health and Rehabilitation, Hendersonville Health and Rehabilitation, Dr. Larry Joe Russell NCDHHS.
I know it must look like I am trying to get revenge, for what I believe happened to my Mom at Hendersonville Health and Rehabilitation. I guess in order to explain, it is important to understand the chain of events leading up to creating this blog.
It all happened so fast, it was hard to believe. We had been getting everything ready for Mom to come home. The evening before, she had gone to the bank, and shopping for new clothes to wear home. My wife and son had spent that afternoon and early evening driving Mom around. She was upbeat, and looking forward to getting out of Hendersonville Health and Rehabilitation. Around 5:07 am , Thursday, November 3, 2011, I received the call that eventually took me to the emergency room at Margret Pardee Memorial Hospital, in Hendersonville Nc.  According to DR. Boleman, Moms heart had stopped and she had stopped breathing. There was no apparent reason, it just happened.
I was overcome with grief, and relived the events of the morning, with each phone call to my brother and sisters. After things started to sink in, I realized that Mom was gone, and would never be back. My faith kicked in, and I was relieved that she was " in a better place ". She was no longer struggling to see the food on her plate, or waiting for someone to take her to the bathroom. She was finally at peace, with our heavenly father. That thought is what got me through the first week or so, and still to this day, gives me comfort.
Does that mean that all the things that I now know happened, don't matter. Am I just to ignore all the abuses that I know the patients are subjected to? Would that be the Christian thing to do, sit back and watch all those helpless innocent people suffer. I know nothing I do can bring my Mom back, so should I just quit fighting, and go on with my life? I was not brought up that way, I was taught to help people who cant help themselves, fight for those who are not able. My Mother, Father and Religion tell me that, even at my own expense, I must try to help.
I am not gaining anything financial from these writings, there is no law suit, or plans to get rich writing a book. I am simply trying to change the system, so that other people do not suffer the same fate as Mom. I have dedicated countless hours to research, and writing to people who have the power to help. I am not looking for anything in return, with the exception of change. I am fighting so that the helpless people, who are at the mercy of these profiteers, can live in peace, and dignity. I am fighting for the person lying in a bed soaked in urine, cant take a shower, cut their nails, change their dirty clothes, eat meals, and get out of bed on their own. I am fighting for those who cant even speak or fight for themselves.
 I hope that in doing so I am honoring my God and my parents. I am asking that if you take the time to read this, that you feel moved enough to pass it on. If enough people care, things will change. My parents are both gone, what about yours. Will they end up at Hendersonville Health and Rehabilitation, or somewhere worse?
 Believe me I wouldn't think that there was anywhere worse, but from reading what I have, there are worse. Please care enough to help make a change.
More to come!