“Grandma just passed away,” my mom texted me on March 10, 2017. I was sitting in my car in North Carolina waiting for my husband to finish his home inspection class. I was sleeping in the car while he attended his 3-hour class. It was almost lunch time when I learned my grandma died.
I laid on my front seat and cried.
I cried because I was devastated for my father, who loved his mother with all his heart. She was the one who taught him how to drive. She was the one who believed in him. She was the one who supported him and honestly, she shouldn’t have died.
She died from neglect at Manor Care in Langhorne, PA. She somehow got a rash on her bum and the nurses didn’t even notice it! It went untreated for at least a month until my father called the nurse out on it because it was extremely infected to the point where it turned black! She had to be rushed to the hospital due to their negligence!
Over the course of the next few months, she got worse and worse and ended up in hospice! My dad fought for her and got a lawyer. I remember visiting her with my brother and girlfriend. We sat in the room while she slept and just talked to her. We felt extremely uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do. I am so awkward in those situations and just sort of stand there. I knew it would be the last time I would ever see her. I knew that she was about to die and yet, all I could do was stand there and stare at her as the memories rushed in.
Growing up, my brothers and I weren’t very close with my grandmother. She’d come over and babysit us periodically, but we didn’t see her often.
The memories came flooding back as I sat in the car that day. I remember when my grandmother used to dance with a chair, how she’d say joke with us and say “get your own bag” when we shared chips and of course all the Christmases we’d spend together.
She shouldn’t have died though. That’s all I kept thinking about! And, the worst part was… they never got in trouble for not properly taking care of my grandmother. Their company never suffered or felt the pain like we did in losing a loved one. Nothing ever came about because I think my dad stopped fighting for the case. And, it’s sad that nursing homes get away without any repressions.
Why don’t they got bankrupt and have to suffer the consequences? Manor Care killed my grandmother and they still go about their day like nothing ever happened. How fair is that? Why can’t anything more be done about nursing homes? I don’t want my parents going into a nursing home because I fear the same thing will happen. Not to mention, they are so f***ing depressing. When walking in there, it smells, doesn’t look clean and the employees look like they hate their lives.
How does stuff like this get swept under the rug? How could you not feel like shit knowing YOU are the reason someone died? How could that not haunt you? How could you feel satisfied with yourself as person? Good going, Manor Care. Thank you so much for your carelessness and neglect. I hope you all rot in hell!