Due to the nature of my work, I am able to take my grandfather on his weekly grocery shopping spree ( we have to hit several different stores each time for the lowest prices) as well as to his many doctor appointments. The man is 92. Believe me, he has many doctor appointments!
Two weeks ago I took him for a follow-up visit to his Primary Care Physician. Within the past 6 months he has taken to using a walker whenever we go out. And just two weeks ago he was prescribed oxygen due to difficulty with breathing. Thursday, February 6, we arrived at his doctor’s office at 9:30. am. By 9:45 he was called inside. By 9:50, I was called to join him. The doctor said there was signs of congestive heart failure and I had to get him to the E.R. right away.
It is now 10 days later. He was admitted into the hospital that night. A tube was inserted into his lungs to drain the liquid and it still remains. He is bed-ridden now, not able to walk or even sit up for the past week. He has lost his appetite, has a cough and is depressed and non-communicative. They have prescribed Zoloft for the depression and decided to take a bone marrow test when they found a low platelet count to see if he has cancer. That was February 8 and they still do not have the results back. They just decided this weekend to test for tuberculosis as the cause of the fluid in his lungs and have put him in isolation just in case. The last time I was informed of his blood pressure, it was 93 over 44.
I fear the doctors are killing him.