Tompind
Disciple of Prayer
There is no way that the extreme disturbing events of this can be exagersted. There are no words strong, powerful, deep enough to convey the depths of sick, evil, depravity that took place at times that would make the devil himself envious. And the more time goes by, the more i am recognizing the depth of impact it has all done to me that only grows worse, not better, the more time goes by. There is one thing unquestionably, indisputably clear and certain.My beautiful most sweet, kind, gentle, loving, wonderful mom walked into Penn Medicine's West Chester Pa facility, Chester County Hospital, just about 3-months ago with nothing anywhere near life threatening, and suffered such gross neglect, malpractice, and even emotional abuse, that just about 3-months later, the last month of which she spent in excruciating extreme agony, pain and suffering, she is now dead at their hands. THEY KILLED MY MOM.
My beautiful, gentle & kind, most loving, caring, wonderful, greatest mom in the whole world, came home from the initially surgery seemingly fine, before beginng to complain of feeling weak and have some pain. Then when the home nurse noticed her incision was infected, and felt so strongly that this needed prompt attention that she took a picture and sent it to the Chester County surgeon urging him to address the infected incision, but he just absolutely refused and said he'd see her in a week at her next scheduled appointment. I called his office begging and pleading, but he just refused to see her. I called her family doctor, and Urgent Care, but they both told me only the surgeon can address that. Unfortunately my mom didn't make it to that appointment before collapsing on the ground in extreme pain, infection throughout her whole body. All I could do was wrap a robe around her, and call an ambulance which took her right back to Chester County where the same surgeon then admitted that yes we were right, it's infected, at this point so badly, and deeply, that he had to do another operation to cut out the infection, leaving a big hole in my mom's inner leg, and give her antibiotics and a wound vac, but he botched it again, as we later found out, when the rehab that they discharged my mom way too early into against my wishes, after a few days sent her right back by ambulance again, which is when we had her transfered to Upenn Philly, where an expert surgeon seemed upset himself that the Chester County surgeon had not immediately removed the apparent source of the infection, the artificial vein graft put in by the Chester County surgeon. Although that Upenn surgeon did remove that infected graft, and debride the incision again, by this time my mom was developing C-diff from all the antibiotics, and not being on any kind of a proper anti-bedsore mattress, nor ever once being turned or adjusted as I later found out too late they should've been doing every 2-hours, my mom, who went into Upenn Philly never having ever had a bedsore in her life, developed a bedsore that was allowed to grow into a massive, hideous, stage 4, excruciatingly painful, life threatening bedsore, which they would never mention, or change the dressing on in front of me, until I finally said hey whats behind this big bandage on my mom's back, and discovered it, and when I went to take a picture so I could compare it to later to be sure it's healing,, as I had done all along everytime they changed the dressing on her infected incision with no problem, they bizarrley freaked out, got security to escort me out of the hospital, not only robbing my poor sick mom of her constant support having been by her side helping and encouraging her all day every day for months now since this all started, but upset her so much I later found out she was throwing up all that night, and eventually confronted me outside with a whole pack of goons threatening and intimidating me off of the property, threatening to have me arrested if I even call to check on my mom's condition. I just could not believe that especially a hospital could be capable of such complete depravity, more like something from a fictional horror film than how you would think anybody with any degree of human qualities, compassion and and a conscience at all would be capable to behave, even if they were being paid, and from there it kept getting so much more and more profoundly sick and just so downright evil it was just truly very scarey. Even when I called Philadelphia Elder Care they called me right back saying the hospital says your mom is not in there, and I discovered they had actually removed my mom from thier computer system so that when anyone called the switchboard would say, we cannot put you through, there's no one here by that name. My poor sick mom inside alone and scared and me outside worried to death what is going on, how could this be happening. It was sheer horror, and in the end, they killed her. From there she went to a rehab in Exton, having walked into a West Chester facility just about a couple months prior with very non-life threatening health issues, expecting to have my mom around for many more good years, as her whole family commonly lives to 100+ years old, was lying there in a rehab bed, with a feeding tube in her stomach, a wound vac on her leg, screaming in constant severe agony from the giant 4 inch wide, down to the muscle bedsore hole in her back, looking like she belonged more in an intensuve care unit, for a couple days before being ambulanced again back to Chester County Hospital when her vital signs declined overnight, where I watched my poor mom, my most beautiful, kind, loving, most wonderful, sweet, gentle, person you could ever meet, greatest mom ever in the whole world, die and pass away. Gone forever, way too soon, in a torturous excruciating end of the greatest mom that God ever made, my mom, my world, and I can't even imagine how I'm going to even go on myself without her. No words could ever even begin to approach the sickening, disturbing imposible horror of this overall experience that I wouldn't even think would go on in some backwoods underdeveloped lawless place, let alone right here in Pennsylvania, and if it doesn't kill me as it feels like it will, certainly will at least leave me permanently, and very deeply scarred forever and missing my mom. Sincerely,
Robert Snodgrass 484-252-9596
My beautiful, gentle & kind, most loving, caring, wonderful, greatest mom in the whole world, came home from the initially surgery seemingly fine, before beginng to complain of feeling weak and have some pain. Then when the home nurse noticed her incision was infected, and felt so strongly that this needed prompt attention that she took a picture and sent it to the Chester County surgeon urging him to address the infected incision, but he just absolutely refused and said he'd see her in a week at her next scheduled appointment. I called his office begging and pleading, but he just refused to see her. I called her family doctor, and Urgent Care, but they both told me only the surgeon can address that. Unfortunately my mom didn't make it to that appointment before collapsing on the ground in extreme pain, infection throughout her whole body. All I could do was wrap a robe around her, and call an ambulance which took her right back to Chester County where the same surgeon then admitted that yes we were right, it's infected, at this point so badly, and deeply, that he had to do another operation to cut out the infection, leaving a big hole in my mom's inner leg, and give her antibiotics and a wound vac, but he botched it again, as we later found out, when the rehab that they discharged my mom way too early into against my wishes, after a few days sent her right back by ambulance again, which is when we had her transfered to Upenn Philly, where an expert surgeon seemed upset himself that the Chester County surgeon had not immediately removed the apparent source of the infection, the artificial vein graft put in by the Chester County surgeon. Although that Upenn surgeon did remove that infected graft, and debride the incision again, by this time my mom was developing C-diff from all the antibiotics, and not being on any kind of a proper anti-bedsore mattress, nor ever once being turned or adjusted as I later found out too late they should've been doing every 2-hours, my mom, who went into Upenn Philly never having ever had a bedsore in her life, developed a bedsore that was allowed to grow into a massive, hideous, stage 4, excruciatingly painful, life threatening bedsore, which they would never mention, or change the dressing on in front of me, until I finally said hey whats behind this big bandage on my mom's back, and discovered it, and when I went to take a picture so I could compare it to later to be sure it's healing,, as I had done all along everytime they changed the dressing on her infected incision with no problem, they bizarrley freaked out, got security to escort me out of the hospital, not only robbing my poor sick mom of her constant support having been by her side helping and encouraging her all day every day for months now since this all started, but upset her so much I later found out she was throwing up all that night, and eventually confronted me outside with a whole pack of goons threatening and intimidating me off of the property, threatening to have me arrested if I even call to check on my mom's condition. I just could not believe that especially a hospital could be capable of such complete depravity, more like something from a fictional horror film than how you would think anybody with any degree of human qualities, compassion and and a conscience at all would be capable to behave, even if they were being paid, and from there it kept getting so much more and more profoundly sick and just so downright evil it was just truly very scarey. Even when I called Philadelphia Elder Care they called me right back saying the hospital says your mom is not in there, and I discovered they had actually removed my mom from thier computer system so that when anyone called the switchboard would say, we cannot put you through, there's no one here by that name. My poor sick mom inside alone and scared and me outside worried to death what is going on, how could this be happening. It was sheer horror, and in the end, they killed her. From there she went to a rehab in Exton, having walked into a West Chester facility just about a couple months prior with very non-life threatening health issues, expecting to have my mom around for many more good years, as her whole family commonly lives to 100+ years old, was lying there in a rehab bed, with a feeding tube in her stomach, a wound vac on her leg, screaming in constant severe agony from the giant 4 inch wide, down to the muscle bedsore hole in her back, looking like she belonged more in an intensuve care unit, for a couple days before being ambulanced again back to Chester County Hospital when her vital signs declined overnight, where I watched my poor mom, my most beautiful, kind, loving, most wonderful, sweet, gentle, person you could ever meet, greatest mom ever in the whole world, die and pass away. Gone forever, way too soon, in a torturous excruciating end of the greatest mom that God ever made, my mom, my world, and I can't even imagine how I'm going to even go on myself without her. No words could ever even begin to approach the sickening, disturbing imposible horror of this overall experience that I wouldn't even think would go on in some backwoods underdeveloped lawless place, let alone right here in Pennsylvania, and if it doesn't kill me as it feels like it will, certainly will at least leave me permanently, and very deeply scarred forever and missing my mom. Sincerely,
Robert Snodgrass 484-252-9596
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