Dad's Death
At about 5.00am on Saturday morning I phoned the Medical Emergency and Assessment Unit, the Ward that dad had been admitted to, to check on his progress. To my complete dismay they told me he'd been transferred to another ward, Carlton Colby, the previous evening at 10.00pm, just an hour after I'd left for the night. They were worried about dad's breathing and so had moved him to a ward specialising in respiratory problems. I was angered and unsettled about what seemed to me a very sudden change of plan late at night of which they'd been no indication just an hour earlier. I phoned the new ward and spoke to Sandra, one of the nurses, who didn't seem to be seeing my dad as a dying man in the way that the clinicians on the MEAU I thought had. She was resistant to my visiting outside normal hours of 2.00pm to 9.00pm whereas on the MEAU they had given me a free hand to come and go at any time of the day or night. I felt intensely upset and angry, but tried no...