Korean Conflict Veteran is Held Hostage by Hospital on Long Island
My family and I had sustained flooding damage to our home in Brooklyn, and when the home became uninhabitable, with both of my parents in and out of a number of hospitals in Brooklyn–and having had our locks broken with someone entering our home, we spent almost a year in hotels on Long Island (utilizing all of our accessible funding like life savings and IRAs for which, at least for my accounts, I was greatly penalized for not having been of age) to look for a place to live until we would ultimately move to what we like to call our forever home, which would be out on the West Coast. We already had an agent out there for a few years before we were hit by this devastating series of events.
To make things worse, I could not leave my parents alone at such a crucial time, so essentially we had to leave Brooklyn behind—until our lives regained some semblance of what they had been—to begin again on Long Island. However, looking back at that decision in hindsight, that may have been the worst thing we possibly could have done…. My father had taken a fall at the hotel–more than once, and as my mother had some health issues while there, we spent most of our time in either various hospitals and/or rehabs, continuing to exist in “survival mode” each and every day. It seemed that no matter what we tried to do to make the situation better it would always backfire, and instead of others giving us a helping hand, we always were faced with an accusatory finger.
During one of my father’s hospital stays, he had a private room and requested that my mother and I stay overnight. After being met with nothing but approval–and recliners, one social worker decided that we were “homeless” and called Adult Protective Services to check up on my mother monthly, until about a few months ago when our case was closed. This was an invasion of privacy–and made us feel as if we were being stalked on a regular basis.
Eventually, we found an apartment in Holbrook, NY, which, for a brief moment filled us with hope, until my father had overturned his high-back wheelchair and was taken to the closest hospital. That one day became the first day of the worst year-and-a-half of our lives—and continues to the present….
After my father was cleared of any brain injury at the time, he was not able to stand, nor walk, and therefore was unable to be released from the hospital. Might I also mention that until this time, even after sustaining a subarachnoid hemorrhage, my father was of sound mind. However, the hospital administrators had a different agenda. They tried to force my father to apply for Medicaid against his wishes since he is a Veteran of the Korean Conflict and wanted to apply for a $0 down payment loan to purchase our new house, while we would proceed to sell our former home. However, it took nine months to procure a copy of my father’s DD-214 since it had been one of those lost in the fire at the Archival Office in St. Louis, and only after we had written to the President of the United States was a copy finally sent our way.
In the midst of all this, it turned out that that hospital had underhandedly petitioned for guardianship of my father, claiming he was “incapacitated,” when that was certainly not the case, with his speaking three languages and enjoying conversations with some of the staff members there.
The so-called impartial Court Evaluator, was in no way, impartial. She was against our family from the beginning—and it was obvious that she had an ulterior motive. Of course, her only intention was to get a portion of my family’s assets against the will of all of us, as had the social worker, the opposing attorney and the temporary “medical” guardian, most likely all in league with the Judge, who would not consider anything other than what the Court Evaluator wished to have happen.
In addition, the Court and the current Guardian are holding the family’s assets, as well as the portion of my father’s Social Security and Pension to which my mother is entitled, hostage, just as they had done with my father at the hospital. My parents and I do everything as a family unit—and there is no infighting, which might require the intervention of the Court. In order to further their own interests, the hospital/evaluator/opposing attorneys falsely accused me of not wanting to preserve my parents’ funds, when, in fact, they had a much more egregious motive–to take over my family’s home that would be worth quite a bit when renovated and to cash out on some stocks that were still not in a brokerage account.
I am an only child, and when my father was asked about this issue, he clearly stated—and this was noted by the attorney appointed for my father—that if it were ever necessary for him to have a guardian, he requests that that person be me. Their next step was to institute a “temporary medical guardian” until the hearing date. All she did was give permission to the hospital to administer drugs in classes for which my father had known reactions and others that were inappropriate and unnecessary. She continued to do this until my father had some type of what they termed “seizure” that rendered him almost fast asleep for three weeks, with a few minutes each day spent awake.
They conveniently postponed the hearing from the time my father was of sound mind, but they claimed he was not, until he sustained that event, from which he has not yet fully recovered, but showing very slight improvements on a regular basis. That hospital should not exist. I have since found that people in the area had known of its notorious reputation, calling it the “Death Clinic,” which essentially is correct. It is a miracle that my father survived that most horrendous ordeal, which does not end there.
Since that time, and as a result of the hospital refusing to speak with us and spewing lies throughout, my father has had to undergo multiple procedures, like debridements and a flap enclosure surgery at the site of the “unstageable sacral ulcer” that they had mentioned was very minor, to having an NG Tube placed, followed by a G-Tube and a Colostomy, as well as a urinary catheter to undo the damage created by the hospital with devious intentions. My father also has had to deal with multiple infections, including sepsis, MRSA, C. diff. and possible pneumonia, and now, although it seems the health issues have been mitigated somewhat by the healing hands of doctors at another hospital on Long Island, our legal issues are still just at the “starting line.” Although I had hired an attorney, apparently she “sold me out,” and by never having followed procedure by filing for me to become my father’s guardian, permitted the other side to become victorious in a Court of Law that was a complete farce, beginning with my father never having been served papers, to a judge and lawyers who had no questions for me, essentially just to install a permanent guardian of both person and property indefinitely. Throughout the ordeal, all they tried to do was force my mother and me to sign a DNR, which we, as a family unit, will not do. However, now a complete and utter stranger can override my parents’ and my wishes? These people are a disgrace to the human race.
As I began looking for an Appeals attorney, I was told by one lawyer that he would not know of anyone to recommend because he did not know which individuals might be “beholden” to the judge…. What does that say about our justice system?
I apologize for the length of my story, but as a result of my family’s accounts being frozen for ABOUT FIVE MONTHS due to the guardianship process, we are on the verge of being evicted in the next few weeks—and LOSING everything we have! My mother is entitled to her own funds and a portion of my father’s social security and pension and, ABSOLUTELY NO ONE is helping us now!
Both Elaine Renoire and Janet Mundt have advised me to bring my family’s story to the media, as similar occurrences are happening all over the country.
Leadership and laws need to be put in place so that this CANNOT happen. Our family has the right to care for our own as do others, not have strangers impose unnecessary blocks and make medical and financial determinations, when I, as a competent and capable adult, can handle my OWN family’s affairs.
Thank you in advance for any assistance you may provide ASAP….
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