It has been twelve years since my husband had his accident. Twelve long years. I still remember the first time I spoke with the head nurse at George Pearson Centre. She told me that she had the power to make sure that I would never see my husband again not even on his death bed. She said this even before I was able to say a word. .I thought her crazy. But it came to pass. I was sixty-five years old at that time.
During my troubles only one person said a comforting thing to me. She was a NP and she said that I was only trying to be friendly. She was trying to apologize for the behavior of VCHA. I am wrong there was another employee. I had forgotten about Marion.
I am finally I think coming out of the psychological abuse inflicted upon me by VCHA. First by VCHA and then by its lawyers. Lawyers are suppose to ameliorate a situations but that isn't what happened. I had to accept that they were just following orders from its client.. Where have we heard that before.
