Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Privacy or Code of Silence

From the beginning of my difficulties with Vancouver Coastal Health it has always been privacy issue so that my concerns were never resolved.  It has nothing to do with privacy issues but rather it is a code of silence that hides any suspected criminality on site or breaches of their own governing policies. 

I just received a copy of a VPD's police report.  On December 25 2011 I was awaken at 3:30 am by four police officers looking for Randy as apparently he was missing from GPC.  And what was written on page 4: LAFERRIERE appeared to be suffering from mental health issues and was not there when speaking with police.  Also I was a Disturbed Person/Attempted Suicide. None of this is true. So where did the police get this information.

Tuesday February 28 2012

On Tuesday yesterday Randy and I went off site to see his dentist.  Just a nice pleasant afternoon. 

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Monday, February 27, 2012

Monday February 27 2012

Audrey Laferriere Mon, Feb 27, 2012 at 7:41 AM
To: louise kokotailo , kip woodward ,
Louise, could you get a message to Kip that I am very concerned about the safety of Randy and me. This cancer has been going on for over a year now and you have not done anything to resolve it. I fear for Randy's safety as well as my own. At least twenty percent or more of the residents/staff/visitors at GPC are in need of psychological help and your answser is just to target me and Randy. I will never forgive Linda Rose telling me that even if Randy was on his death bed I would not be allowed on his GPC ward and this she did when Randy was also sent to VGH in August 2011when he was on his death bed and she put on a no contact order on Randy. Why. Staff targets someone and it continues and continues without reason or due process or end.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sunday February 26 2012 PM

I was so excited this morning when I phoned Ward 2 and NurseC said that Randy was up and ready wanting to see me. Because of my unrealistic visiting restrictions I couldn't go until noon. I was there at noon and when I saw Randy he looked very fragile. When he looks like that I am afraid that it might be the last time I will see him.

I am questioning the care Randy is getting. Again when I tried to suction Randy at 1:20 the tubing was not included with the suctioning machine. Because I am restricted I had to wait until 2:00 p.m. before a nurse gave me a replacement. What would have happened if I was off site. I had a hard time inserting the tube into Randy's trach as the mucus was so thick. The tube won't go down easily. It could get thick like cement and Randy would be no more. For a moment I panicked but Randy assured me he was okay.

We then went to Joy Fellowship. The only organization that is allowed into George Pearson that has genuine concern for its residents. Real love and compassion. I couldn't stop -- I cried and cried and cried.

At 3:00 o'clock Randy wanted to go home so here we are. Doing nothing, giving the doggies treats and listening to the radio. CKWX 11:30 And we got to listen to Napolean Ostrow talk about the changes that is going to be made at George Pearson and staff changes have been made. Well, maybe we who are intimately involved with GPC should know what he has done. Then on the other hand, there probably are no changes just something for him to say to the media. Who would follow up on it anyways.

I returned Randy to GPC at 6:00 p.m. When I left he had his television on but when I viewed his room from the parking lot, his room was dark and no tv was on. I went back and asked security to find out why the television was turned off. She checked on Randy and came back and said she did not know but she put it on for him. Letting a patient who is immobile and can't talk sit in the dark in his wheel chair is mean. Who did it.

And then to make things worse Mr. Moon starts swearing at me using vulgar loud language in front of Randy for what reason I do not know. It upset Randy, he had tears in his eyes. And then there was Ryan an angry youngman. If these adults residents/patients cannot be civil then they shouldn't be living at George Pearson Center.

I wanted to check in with Randy's nurse and I left word on the answering machine for her to call me. I called her at 7:00 p.m. I will wait and see if she calls back. It is 10:10 pm and no one has returned my call. What is one to do. Trust the system. I think not.

The above is a typical day I have to face. GPC is not helpful, friendly or happy.

Sunday February 26 2012 AM

Minutes from Residents Council November 8 2011.

Joy. I’m concerned about what’s going to be done about levels of staffing. I’m on Ward 2, and yesterday we were so short staffed that most people were not able to get up. They were short on both day shift and evening shift so there were just 5 people that got up in their chairs out of 22.

And to think that I am not allowed on Ward 2.
And Randy doesn't even know how to use his call bell and even if he did what good would it be...
and to think that it costs $15,000 a month (foi) to keep a resident at GPC not including overhead and other miscellaneous expenses.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Saturday February 25 2012

I went to take Randy off site for a few hours. GPC is so boring on the weekends. I phoned at 11:50am and had to wait until noon before the nurseC quickly dropped him off in the piano room and ran. After checking the suction machine all the tubings were missing and I had to telephone from the hall and ask for a replacement. That took until 12:15 pm.(MA) who dropped off a replacement and also ran off without a comment. There was no one in the hallways not even security.

It is 1:07pm and Randy is feeding treats to the doggies. They love Randy. It is a feat to get Randy into my basement suite as it is small and I have renamed it the doggie house as the doggies seem to have control of it (except for the kitchen of course). Everytime I come home I am not sure what they had chewed up. They like rolls and rolls of toilet paper.

I am going to take Randy over to Oakridge and look at Ipads. He may be able to touch the screen as he can't type. He needs mental stimulation which he doesn't get at GPC unless the staff phones the police to have me removed. I am sure he will be able to handle the touch screen. I have to find out how to get the ipad insured as GPC has a serious thieving problem. Anything that can be sold for a $20.00 rock gets stolen.

After testing out the ipads we then went to the Oakridge Senior Centre and the president was there and he greeted Randy with a handshake. Civility. You do not see that at George Pearson. From day one residents as well as visitors at GPC are made to feel they are a burden. The first time I spoke to Tanu at GPC she told me that I wasn't allowed to speak to anyone unless someone spoke to me first. Like where did this come from. From some penal institution or a nunnery. Also read Paul Caine's webpage and go to blog. He gives good examples of the dysfunctionality of GPC.

At 1:15 p.m. it was necesssary to give Randy seven suctions; the secretions were heavy. I wonder if staff give him suctions which they are suppose to before I pick him up. About 3:00 p.m. I had to suction him again twice.

I returned Randy to nurseC in good form and spirit to GPC at 6:15 p.m. And she grabbed Randy and ran off as well.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Another Day

I have not been able to see Randy since Tuesday. I developed a cold and it is still with me. I can't remember the last time I had a cold. No fever; just a dry cough. I was told yesterday that Randy is still eating. I never thought my life would end up in this direction. I guess it is better than going on retirement cruises and dancing the nights away.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Still the Same

Since Feburary 5 2012 nothing has changed. I am suffering from total exhaustion. All I can do is it seems is to go and see Randy for a few hours then come home to rest. At least he is eating but then for how long.

Yesterday we went on an outing which he has power over. He pointed his finger in a direction and I pushed his wheelchair. We ended up at Oakridge mall where we went shopping for doggie food. He picked out the food by grabbing it and the treats would fall to the floor which I picked up. He even paid the cashier with the $20 bill I gave him and then he hide the $5.00 change (paper bill) under his shirt. He will need an incredible amount of rehab before he is better.

This afternoon we went to Oakridge again. The improvement in him observing the world was inspiring. A 180 degree change from his behavior at George Pearson Center. I have to get him out of there more often.

There is very little stimulation at GPC. Its purpose is only to keep its residents alive It is boring, confining and depressing. You lay in bed seeing it as your coffin.

If you are in a good mood it will take only sixty seconds before someone stalks you or says something that will annoy you. The cancer that is in GPC will only grow. This will happen because of the 80% who know or refuse to know what is going on, which allows the 20% to cause chaos. Bullying. If staff worked in the real world and they showed disrespect to a customer, they would be fired. However in VCH it is the other way around.

I purchased two baseball hats for Randy from the Bay and he carefully chose them, wore one and the other one he carefully put it in his small mexican burlap bag which hangs on his wheelchair. He was just into everything that was happening. He even took a chocolate from Purdy's which I paid for. His face looked intelligent, mischieveous and he was self-assured. He was Randy again. After two years he is back. I hope he will be back tomorrow as well. (this paragraph posted at 9:00 pm Sunday).


Sunday, February 5, 2012

Things Were Still Getting Worse

From my last post Randy did not start eating again although there was a day or two that I thought he was taking his units of feed again. It wasn't until 2 February 2012(Thursday) that he told me he took five units by showing me five fingers and staff confirmed it and on Friday and Saturday he also took his cans of liquid food. Prior to that for what seemed like forever he was only agreeing to one or two units. These past weeks have been torturing. I still do not understand VCH's policy which was allowing Randy to slowing starve to death. Food and water is not refusing treatment like chemotherapy; it is a necessity for life.

I feel totally beaten and demoralized.

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