Pepe

He just turned 85, although he did not know it. He has 9 children and more grandchildren and great-grandchildren than one can count. Their hearts are broken. This is a story that should not have happened. A story of medical incompetence. A type of neglect of sort. Some call it just “sloppy medicine”.

He is an alcoholic, you see and often would have a temper, never physically albeit but he would “misbehave” as the family would put it so perhaps he was labeled from the beginning? Labeled as a difficult patient. Perhaps they automatically judged him like a book by its cover and said he was noncompliant. He’s just another old man, anyhow. Right?

One month ago he attended a beautiful granddaughters wedding and stood proud by her in her photographs. What a cherished memory that is now. He then began acting out….”misbehaving” like before only in extreme ways he never had before. And there was no alcohol this time and had not been for some time. He would thrash his arms and legs and try to hit people violently. This is not a violent man. This is a man that has 51 grandchildren and great-grandchildren that call him Pepe. The medical providers tied him down. To the bed. By his chest, his wrists and his feet. For three weeks they did this. They blamed his medications and his history of alcoholism and said he was now psychotic. They NEVER even scanned his brain to see if his behavior changes could be coming from there….

They gave him blood thinner injections to prevent blood clots since he was inactive.

On July 22nd, 2011 they said they could do nothing more for him and that he was officially “lost in his brain” and sent him away to a psychiatric hospital. Barely 12 hours later he developed difficulty breathing necessitating a brain scan to see the cause. A bleed. An acute intracebral hemorrhage was discovered and had been there actively bleeding for several weeks, made worse by the blood thinner injections given to him by the very same care providers that his 60 plus family members trusted. The very same care providers that said he was in a state of psychosis and was “lost”. The very same care providers that held him down.

He was not delirious. He was not psychotic. He did not have dementia. He had a traumatic brain injury that was misdiagnosed and made worse by the addition of blood thinners. He was treated like an animal by medical personnel that when he, at his worst, looked to for help. Rather their gross incompetence and neglect led to lack of timely diagnosis and contributed to the bleeding itself and have led to this man now truly being “lost”.

Because of the size of the bleed and surrounding swelling with resulting damage he IS now “lost”. He does not know who he is or any single one of his 9 children. He is trapped in his body unable to express himself appropriately to anyone.

Practicing medicine myself, I am ashamed of the medical profession that this happened. I am embarrassed for the hospital where it occurred and feel sorry for the providers and other caregivers that cared for this man during his stay at Palm Bay Hospital as they obviously made dire mistakes. I fear for the other patients that are in this facility and that are cared for by these same care providers as until they take a step back and remember the oath that they took when they decided to practice medicine, incompetence will continue to occur.  We cannot practice “sloppy” medicine. Patients and their families trust us. They trust us at all times, even when they are at their worst, which at times it is admittedly trying to take care of these patients but it is our responsibility to either to do so or bow out of providing care for them before doing harm.

I am so, so sorry Pepe that you were subjected to this. I love you. I pray for God’s blessings on you and know that someday soon you will be with Nana. XOXO.

Wedding fun

A family friend got married a couple of weekends ago in Omaha and baby Brother and his Wife flew in for the event as he was the Best Man. It was the first time we got to see the two of them since their wedding last August so we took a long weekend and got reservations and stayed in Omaha to join in the fun. It was a wonderful time. I sure do wish we lived closer to boy and Linden. I love them both dearly.

The wedding was that of a junior high friend of Jesse’s, Bryson to a beauty named Rachel. We have kept in touch with Bryson and his family through the years. A wonderful family and Rachel is a great match for Bryson.

The Bride's shoes....

My Love and I

Boy trying to outdance sister

 I actually framed this photo and have it on my desk in my office: 

Jesse, Linden, Adam and I....at our best (....and no, I can't touch my nose with my tongue)

Sho’ me the moves….

Our niece, Calissa Jo aka #6 had her very first dance recital recently and I was honored to attend. She was cute as could be and didn’t miss a beat. She watched her instructors to the t~so much so that I have no pics with eye contact while she is on stage. This just proves the child has focus!

The recital was 2 1/2 hours long and went from age 3 through high school. The talent by the time we got up to the seniors was amazing.

The sound their feet made as they simultaneously hit the floor was awesome!

Nothing like a little tap dance....although I'd probably through my back out if I put as much effort into it as she did!

love the sass...

Check out this toddler!! They danced to a kid's version of "itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini"~hilarious, it was!

....there she is!

….and finally, what kind of opening night would this be without flowers from the one you love~DADDY!

Made my day

The other day this was in my mail…

 Today I remembered this card that I sent on Valentine’s Day to one of my siblings and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I mean-the sentiment is there, right? I wrote some very nice loving thoughts below it but I will say that they didn’t seem to find any humor AT ALL in that card. But the one I received above rocks compared to the one I sent.

Kids these days…

Madison asked her older sister if she liked her outfit to which Rebecca promptly replied, “no”. Madison’s response, “are you embarrassed by me?”. This conversation took place on our way to a restaurant.

Cousin Eddy hat, Texting gloves, Reversible shorts, snow boots, Tech hoodie (note the hood strings IN her ears~actually are hooked to her IPOD!)

Everyone giggling after we just finished singing Happy Birthday to Jesus with his cake. Pepe promptly began singing the family tradition “May the dear Lord bless you” (to the same tune as Happy Birthday) which caught everyone off guard. Just sayin’….what do you say, “May the dear Lord bless himself, May the dear Lord bless himself, etc….”

Yes. I know the title of this post leads you to think of children. We are all kids at heart, aren’t we? My brother-in-law has a true passion for this band and always has. This was a dream come true Christmas for him-the snuggie creators really came through for Rick this year.

Cousin Eddy came to visit this year. Disguised as David. Our family has a long standing traidtion of watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation every Thanksgiving. It is a right of passage of sorts. You must be able to recite its entire script by the age of 10 or you are given up for adoption. David received this hat for Christmas. I wouldn’t have been anymore surprised if I woke up the next day with my head sewn to the carpet.

Finally, after losing Nana 18 months ago and almost losing our Pepe more than once we never would have dreamed we would be fortunate enough to have him here now. Let alone in Nebraska to share Christmas with us. Check out these final two photos! We love our Pepe!