As someone stated earlier, it was like a horror movie the way in which Embracing Hospice operated. I got the impression that the staff just stood around waiting for the next one to die. No one was aware of anything going on in my husband's room, because the nurse disappeared just a few minutes after I arrived. I had to go hunt her down. I had many questions, but no one offered an opportunity to answer them, or to reassure me of what was happening.
My experience with this place in 2004 was similar to that of a horror movie when my father was sent there and euthanized with Roxanol (morphine). It was then a single wing of approximately 18 beds. As I walked slowly down the dim-lit hall, looking from side-to-side, those lying in beds all looked the same with paralyzed faces, mouths drawn open, and eyes shut tight. There were TVs, but none were on. There were water pitchers, but they were empty. When I arrived, I wondered why there was no light in the dark bathroom at the foot of the bed. I asked a stranger about it. He was a Chaplain.. the only person around.. and said that he would report it. A light bulb never came, and I never saw him again. The man in the bed beside Dad's never knew that we came there, and he never knew we left. The doors would suddenly close, and we were told not to open them as funeral homes came in to pick up the bodies. A so-called doctor wearing a stethoscope would appear from nowhere to pronounce them dead. The wing was being emptied fast. On Wednesday Dad sat up in bed laughing and singing with his brothers and sisters. By Friday he was dead. He lasted less than one week there.
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