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| - Please read so you don't have this happen to your family . If I could give this hospital a zero star rating I would. Honestly I'm not sure why I've never thought of giving a review until now. My dear sweet dad died at the hands of this awful hospital who hire unqualified and uncaring staff. It happened 6 years ago tomorrow and my heart is still broken. They know who they are and I pray that they have changed their ways and have not let another patient suffer like my dad did the last night he was here on earth. That night still saddens me and how I wish I would have called 911. Yes 911 while sitting in a hospital room next to my father who was in extreme pain. I begged and begged for the nurse to get the on call Doctor to no avail. She kept telling us all he had was heartburn. She would give him an antacid and that was it. It was not working and we both knew that something else was going on. No one would listen to me. I tried the night nurse at the station, nothing. At one point the nurse then switched to morphine. It was not helping and actually made my dad feel worse. I was so scared. My dad was so scared. My dad was a decorated WW11 vet. He fought for our freedom and here he was being treated like he didn't matter because I believe because of his age. He died the day before his 86 birthday but before falling and breaking his hip five days earlier, he was still driving and still working. It was the worse night of both our lives. I tried to keep him calm and tell him everything would be okay, I didn't know what else to do. It was a long night of pain and no sleep. When daylight came I prayed maybe now someone would listen. The doctor who did the hip surgery came in. I told him about the horrible night. He barely listened and said an intestinal doctor would need to look at him. At no time did anyone really give him an exam. I. When the shift change happened they came in to finally change his bandages. They made me leave the room and as I stood right outside the door all hell broke loose. They finally realized, literally hours and hours later, that something was wrong. My dear dad's vitals were dropping. I ran in and has they gathered stuff together and my dad lay there with the oxygen mask and his eyes so scared I told him that I loved him and that things were now going to be okay. I kissed him, walked a step away, went back to him and told him i loved him one more time. They wouldn't let me go downstairs with him. I was shaking as I made calls to my family to get them there ASAP. As we gathered to wait for news, we received conflicted reports from 2 different doctors. Finally the super nice heart Doctor came out and she held my hand and told me my dear sweet dad didn't make it. I could go on and on about this horrible hospital from the moment my dad got to the ER. How they don't give the feeling as if they even give a crap about their patients. They even put the wrong date of his death on the death certificate. That was like twisting the knife. I eventfully had a meeting with the "big wigs" of the hospital. They acted like they cared then but it was too late. My dad was gone. Yes I'm grateful I had my dad for so long but how he was left to suffer is inhumane. Basically my dad had a blood clot that was traveling up to his heart the entire night. It was not heartburn. He pretty much had a super long heart attack and no one cared or listened. What's even worse, no attorney would take the case cause he was 86. So what it says to me is that we don't respect our elders and that they don't matter. I've read and researched hospitals and I suggest you do the same . In an emergency be educated on what hospital to go to. Not all hospitals are the same. Although it was the most exhausting and terrifying night of my life, I am so glad that I was there with my dad and he was not alone to endure that horrible night of pain alone. What really upsets me is that I was there and the staff treated my dad like that...what about those patients that have no one to look after them ? How are they being treated? That breaks my heart and some how I'm trying to help those who are so vulnerable. Hug your parents, and tell them they matter. Most importantly go to another hospital. I agree it is Death Valley.
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