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|My Father, Ernest D. Whitehead Sr. was taken to the hospital on April 15, 2007. He had COPD and developed an infection. His temperature was 103. In the emergency room he was asked if he wanted to be resuscitated if his heart stopped beating. He said yes. The emergency room doctor said that legally, this ended the debate between my family, because my father's wishes had to be abided by the law. They went ahead and placed a respirator on my father and that night his heart did stop. He was resuscitated as he wished. Palliative care/Hospice also entered the picture without being invited. My father wanted to live. He wanted the respirator and the doctor had said it would be left in for 2 weeks and all that could be done for my dad would be. The respirator was removed after only 4 days. At this time my father's temperature had returned to normal. My dad's cardiologist came into daddy's room and when asked if he wanted the respirator, he shook his head yes. I asked the cardiologist, if he would put this in daddy's chart and he said he would, but he didn't. Daddy was alert and aware of what they were doing. They told my mother he would be sent to Palliative Care on the fourth floor of the hospital. I told my mother they would take away his IV fluids, medications and nutrition. When she asked the nurse if this was true, the nurse said no. Daddy would receive his medicine, IV fluids and the ensure he was being given would be continued and that he could even possibly survive. I knew this was a lie. The respirator was removed and my father was drugged with morphine. I left the hospital very upset, knowing they would kill him. I returned to the hospital later that evening. The nurses in Palliative Care did not expect me to show up. When I walked into my father's room, the heat was turned up, he was laying on plastic with no sheet on his bed and was covered with blankets. His body, his gown and his bedding were drenched with sweat. They were dehydrating him to make him die faster. I walked to the nurses station where there was a sign that said, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." How odd. I found daddy's nurse and asked why he was drenched in sweat. She said, "Oh Honey, his body fluids are just shifting." This is nonsense and I told her so. They very angrily gave my father a bath, changed his bedding and gown. He did not sweat any more. When I asked why his IV fluids were not hooked up, they said they did not have any orders for fluids and he was only to receive anti biotics. I asked what anti biotic he was getting and they told me. It was not the anti biotic he was receiving in his hospital room and I told them so. I was not familiar with this anti biotic, so I wrote it down. I laid in the bed with my father as he struggled to breathe. He died in my arms at 2:43 AM on April 20, 2007. The last words I heard from my father were when I asked him how he felt and he said, "Mad." When I came home after his death, I looked up the anti biotic on the internet. It was Imipene M/cilastin. This is a derivative of Penicillin. My father is allergic to Penicillin and had a wrist band that said so. My father was put down like people put down their dogs. He was euthanized, which is murder. I want this senseless killing to be stopped. Please join me in the battle to bring Hospice/Palliative Care down and expose them for what they truly are. They are funded by our tax dollars to kill American Citizens who have the right to live. They are turning our country into Nazi Germany and I will fight to see it brought to an end. Please join me in writing to the Senate, Congress and the President of the United States. Make a difference in a dark and wicked world filled with greed and hatred. Thank you.
(Edited by Betty Layne 5/6/2007 at 12:45 AM).