If you recall this post I made earlier this week about my grandfather, here is the entire, infuriating story. Only a few hours ago I had decided not to talk about this, but it CANNOT GO UNNOTICED.
Last Wednesday night Emilio was taken to the hospital via ambulance for chest pain. His neighbors called 911 but couldn’t tell us where he was taken. It wasn’t until Friday that we were made aware of this, and tried contacting MedStar Harbor Hospital in Baltimore about his whereabouts.
According to Harbor Hospital, Emilio was admitted to the hospital at 2:27 PM and released only a half hour later at 3:00pm. So, here it is, Friday evening, and the man isn’t at home, he hasn’t been seen in days. We call Harbor Hospital several times (3, exactly). Saturday morning, we call the police and file a missing persons report. I recall the police officer returning to his vehicle and making several calls: Harbor Hospital, Mercy Hospital, St. Agnes, the morgue. Yet again, Emilio was nowhere to be found.
Picture: a feeble, 69 year old black man, confused and can barely walk. Speaks English but incredibly hard to understand. Carrying approximately 10 bottles of heavy medication with him and possibly around 500$. Let me also include the fact that he is a Cuban refugee, and not a citizen of the united states.
The missing persons report is filed and the weekend detective is on the case. He sends us the missing persons flyer which I promptly posted on tumblr (its late in the night already). About two hours later, and several phone conversations with the detective, Emilio is found..!
He was at Harbor Hospital.
He was at Harbor Hospital THE ENTIRE TIME.
HE WAS AT HARBOR HOSPITAL THE ENTIRE TIME.
He was admitted to the hospital at 3:00pm on that Wednesday He was never RELEASED, he was ADMITTED, but apparently, this was too much information for Harbor’s computers to handle, or rather, their employees. We are told now that he is in the ICU, with liver and kidney failure, along with a bladder infection. He is in a medically induced coma.
On Monday, my mother makes her way to Harbor Hospital to see him and speak with his doctors. She signs all of the paperwork to have him admitted to Hospice and crosses off my grandmothers name as Emilio’s emergency contact and replaces it with her own. This was at approximately 3:30pm on Monday evening.
Nana, my grandmother, had a stroke this passed October. She cannot speak. She cannot walk. She has the understanding of a child. Obviously, she is unfit to be Emilio’s emergency contact.
Two days pass and we hear nothing from the hospital. We call again several times on today, Wednesday, and lo and behold, Harbor Hospital cannot find Emilio.
He is not in the ICU, he is not in Hospice. We are told he was transferred rooms, but YET AGAIN, there are no records, he cannot be found. How do you LOSE a PATIENT from the ICU who is in A COMA? Please let me know, Harbor.
10:00pm Wednesday, exactly 29 minutes ago as I type this: Harbor finally calls back.
Emilio passed yesterday, at approximately 7:30pm. My Nana received a call on her cellphone, which is out of service, alerting her of his death. Let me remind you that this woman is completely out of sorts, she cannot answer a phone, NOR DOES SHE HAVE ONE. Now let me remind you once more that Emilio’s emergency contact had been CHANGED a day prior to his passing.
So, thank you, MedStar Harbor Hospital, for the complete atrocities you have committed, the complete disrespect you have shown for Emilio, the complete incompetence of your employees, and the complete turmoil you have put my family though, not to mention the agony my grandmother will experience when she finds out. Whoever is reading this, please spread the word, don’t let this COMPLETE BULLSHIT go unnoticed. I want people to know what this hospital has done.I want to warn everyone. Please reblog this if you can. What other atrocious things could be happening here?
I’m sorry, Emilio Hernandez Lanusa. You deserved so much better in your final days, your final moments. You were an amazing, strong man. You will be missed and thought of. We will make sure everyone hears your story. Thank you for everything.