Rosemary G.
Yelp
I really wanted to give this place a 5 star review, I did. They made accommodations to get my father in independent living when he was borderline...and falling into memory loss. But, eventually, he wasn't taking his meds and was moved to memory care where he went from riding his bike every day to being in a wheel chair, slumped over and barely responsive in a matter of weeks. My dad, normally engaging, energetic and healthy outside of his short term memory loss began to be out of it. He couldn't walk without gasping for air after 5 steps and needed to sit down. I couldn't understand why, I asked them test him, they just said, "he has old age lung disease and its just going to get worse" One Thanksgiving, shit hit the fan, I took him home for 10 days, and of that entire time, he was awake for a total of 3 hours and that is generous. He woke up only to use the bathroom...slept the entire time. I was worried, I looked up all of his meds and saw that they were giving him the dosage of an Alzheimers patient with stage 4, the highest, combative type, when my dad only had slight dementia, I was furious, I told them to take him off it immediately! They did and he was immediately better. It made me feel like they just give all their memory care patients that dose to shut them up and make them more manageable. They said the drug stopped their decline...but hell, what is life worth if all you do is sleep and are depressed? I also noticed that they gave him meds before bed that made him both groggy and urinate, so he would get up at night and pee all over himself trying to make it to the bathroom. When I'd visit his CPAP mask was under the bed and he was asleep on a toddler bed like mattress. I asked why the mask was ignored, and they just said he keeps taking it off...well, if he is groggy and has to go to the bathroom all night, he has dementia, he needs help putting it back on....damn you people....every time he sleeps without it, he is deprived of oxygen and his dementia gets worse. They just shrugged..as if it wasn't their problem or job to assist him back into bed. His laundry was always wadded in plastic bags in his armoir and he was always wearing someone elses oversized clothes, even though I bought him an entire wardrobe of nice clothes. The last day I went there, I found him in the corner of the activity room, dirty, wet with slobbered up sweatshirt, inside out...he was nearly unresponsive...I greeted him, he lifted his head up and got the biggest smile on his face when he saw me...I was devastated by the red droopy eyes and sadness in his face...this WAS NOT MY DAD!! I said "dad, I am taking you out of here, this is so wrong, I am sorry I put you in here, I thought they could be trusted." So I told the staff I was taking him home, permanently, to get the paperwork in order. I took him home that day. They had me return for the paperwork. I waited in the waiting room for hours....they finally came out and said, "we're sorry to take so long, but we are not sure what we are suppose to do, no one has ever taken their oved one out of here before" It broke my heart, it is a place to die and that's it. No dignity for these veterans. Just a meal and meds on a schedule. So sad. It was no wonder when they all ate lunch, their heads we all in their plates...they were all being over medicated and drugged silent.
About a month after I took my dad home, he came into my room at 3am saying he couldn't breathe. I said, I know, Dad, they say you have old age lung disease...he said, "You don't understand I can't breathe" I said, Ok, so I jumped up and called the advice nurse at the hospital...she said bring him to the emergency room immediately...so I got him showered, cleaned up, dressed and took him in, I sat with him for 10hrs thru tests and more tests. They finally came to me and said he is suffering from congestive heart failure. I said they told me it was his lungs! The doctor said, no, its his heart...he has 20% electrical & 20% muscle, there is no repairing that...he'll need a pacemaker and defibrillator immediately...if he doesn't get one in immediately and has any more of these arrhythmias like he has been having they will kill him...& soon!" They suggested at his age to just let him go to hospice and let him die, that no doctor would risk operating on a man his age. I said, but my dad is strong as a horse. He was a champion boxer, he is healthy and his blood work is better than mine! He can fight this!" They suggested I call my family, so I did...they all said just let him go...I was not going to not give him a chance...I said, my dad is still coherent, I am asking him...so I did, "Dad, they say your heart is very weak, you have CHF and have had it for 3 years...you need a pacemaker & Defib right away, but you could die in surgery, do you want to risk it and try tom live or do you want to just call it a day and go to hospice?" He said, "I want to live" So, I looked at all the
naysayers and said, PUT THEM IN!