Our Daughter, Natasha
Our daughter, Natasha, thirty years old, never ill, a college graduate, a wonderful daughter and human being. Employed, with lousy company health insurance died, suddenly on May 20, 2010. Natasha, was refused medical service by a few "good" doctors. They would not accept her medical insurance. Natasha, had a Urinary Tract Infection, it was diagnose in the emergency room. They prescribed cippro an antibiotic, to be taken for seven days. She was to report to the clinic for follow-up care within three days. We called the clinic at the same hospital and they would not accept her insurance. Seven days later she was back in the ER. Five days later she was dead. A lot happen during her stay, in which we were trying desperately to have her removed from that medical facility. She was to be air lifted to another medical facility the day after she died.
Natasha was overweight. She had never been ill. We had attempted to buy additional insurance for her to supplement the insurance supplied by her job. She was refused medical coverage, because of a pre condiction illness, obesity. She didn't have high blood pressure, diabetes, high cholestral , nothing. She was very active.
Natasha was our only child. The night she died, at 1:06 am, she died alone. I had left the hospital between 11:45 P.M. and 12:15 a.m. Jay Leno was on when I got home. She was not in distress, nor had anyone told her father and I that death was imminent, per her medical report. I never would have left my baby. We received a telephone call,approximatly 45 minutes after I got home, telling us to come to the hospital, because Natasha was very ill. The staff admitted us into the ICU area, allowing us to go to her room. We were told by one of the nurses, very rudly that she was dead. We found our daughter lying half out of the bed, her head had swollen to twice the normal size, and her eyes were filled with a yellowish fluid. The nurses or staff treated us badly. I fainted, they would not treat me, instead they called three armed security guards to escort us out of her room. My husband said a chaplain spoke with him while he was allowed to gather Natasha's personal items. He found me outside the hospital in a chair,where the security staff left me, still in shock, sitting by myself.
There is such guilt, sorrow and wishful thinking. Natasha should not have died from what they diagnose. We believe she was denied treatment that could have saved her life, because of her insurance coverage. They lied in the medical records, we order an autopsy, we were told it would be approximately 13 pages. They sent a report to our attorney totaling over 600 pages. We don't know what killed our daughter. I tell myself that her dying naturally would be easier. I don't know that we could survive, knowing that they mistreated her due to incompetence or because of her size. I tell people now, not to leave their love one alone in ICU. The doctors couldn't tell us what was causing the infection, they were treating her blindly with antibiotics, hoping one would work, instead of looking at other symptons. I know now, that she did not receive the care that others receive with some of the same medical problems.
It is almost five months, I still need medical drugs, to get through the day and nights. I miss her so much. The pain is different, prayer help, but breathing is still hard.
Her dog, just started to go back into her room. The other dog walks through quickly, but want stay. They slept in the rooms. I don't see tear traces on Chase's face, but he is still lost without her. So are we.
The death of another's child has a different meaning to me. It is no longer enough to say I'm sorry. Their pain is my pain. How do you survive, this?