
I still remember where I was that brisk November morning when I got the call, on my way into a Minnesota hospital where my husband was a patient.
The nurse on the other end sounded young, and surprisingly nonchalant. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Riordan. Lawrence is fine, but. . ."
I knew the 'but' couldn't be good.
". . .but he took a fall in the bathroom this morning."
My husband had only recently been transferred to a regular patient room after three months critically ill in intensive care. He was not mobile, and needed a lot of assistance. Getting him onto a commode generally required a minimum of two attendants, possibly three.
Two nursing assistants had placed him on a toilet that morning, out of reach of a red cord, and left him. When they didn't return, he did the only thing logical to someone in that situation. He reached for the cord, across the room.
That particular event resulted not only in broken ribs, but in a delay in progressing to the rehab unit, and eventually, in an unanticipated trip back to intensive care. He had been abandoned by his caregivers.
That I was only a few minutes later than usual getting into the hospital that morning annoyed me. I wondered, as a patient advocate, if I could have prevented the misadventure.
The simplest of facts loomed like a Hunter's Moon on the horizon. I shouldn't have to have been there.

Watching these past several weeks the trial of Dr. Conrad Murray, the physician accused of involuntary manslaughter in the death of pop superstar Michael Jackson, has brought into sharp focus the most fundamental of principles in the practice of medicine:
First, do no harm.
Medical students are taught from the outset of their education that it is the first order of being a physician--in the Latin, primum non nocere. It should be tattooed on the forearm of every practicing medical professional, emblazoned in their consciousness, prominently displayed on hospital walls.
Patients and loved ones place their trust in medical professionals when at their most fragile and disadvantaged. While they appreciate it might not always be possible to heal, they assume physicians will not harm.
In prosecuting the case, the state of California has argued that Conrad Murray had ultimate responsibility for the care of Michael Jackson, and whether or not he administered the lethal dose of propofol, an anesthetic generally given in a hospital setting, he is still liable for his death on the basis of negligence and medical abandonment.

I will always remember where I was when I got another call, on a late September morning a year ago.
"Mrs. Riordan, your husband arrested, but we got him back. . ."
I was disbelieving, again, just a few minutes away from arriving at the hospital near our home where my husband was a patient. He hadn't had cardiac difficulties in the past. I couldn't understand what had happened. He'd gone down to radiology for an MRI scan, accompanied by his nurse. I'd left the hospital only briefly, unable to go with him.
As I stood over my husband's bed that next morning, after gathering the family, after absorbing the shock that he was now on a ventilator following cardiac arrest, I shared my disbelief with the physician.
"I don't think it was anything to do with his heart," he told me. "We overdosed him on morphine to get him to hold still."
I was dumbstruck, dumbstruck not only that they'd done it, but that he'd admitted it, and particularly after I clearly told medical personnel on admission that he was hypersensitive to morphine and shouldn't have it.
That singular turn of events changed the course of a hospitalization which was initially for infection. The infection ultimately cleared. The setbacks didn't.

Whether the patient in question in the Conrad Murray trial was a mega celebrity or someone's son, someone's father, someone's brother, someone's uncle, the fundamental issue remains the same. It is a matter of public trust that physicians do no harm, implicit in the understanding of all medical ethics.
Today, in a Los Angeles courtroom, a jury of twelve men and women agreed.
Dr. Conrad Murray was found guilty this afternoon of involuntary manslaughter in the June 2009 death of Michael Jackson and remanded into custody in Los Angeles Superior Court.
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On behalf of all those we love, thanks Kathy.
Thanks for the news on Dr. Murray, glad to hear it, he clearly was not an ethical doctor...
...and you've made me think here. I appreciate that.
Believing in them. There are no more important words ... whatever it is we do. How is it that sometimes ... for some ... they simply ... go away.
Thinking of you, Kathy, as you walk through this again to help us see.
I hope Dr. Murray's conviction makes at least one of them stop and consider before they act.
Congratulations on the EP.
Similar thing happened to me about the morphine, they attached a self-administer drip, which I refused to use, as I did not need or want it. A nurse asked, heard my lucid response, reached up and administered five plunger pushes by her own hand.
I wish my family had this policy in 1997 when my dad was in a good hospital in Florida for a virus (he had a kidney transplant), was in intentsive care, got up (which he shouldn't have been able to) went into the bathroom, fell, broken his neck and layed on the floor from midnight until 6 a.m. when his roommate told a nurse, "the guy in the next bed hasn't come out of the toilet all night.
My father should have been monitored every hour in intensive care and his vitals should have been taken every 4. The govt took my father's life insurance (to repay for all the Medicare for the kidney translplants) so my mom was left with no alternative but to sue the hospital, which she did and won.
The nurses were written up, but not fired. My mom didn't want the money, she wanted the people responsible for watching my father who died on a floor in a hospital fired. That didn't happen. I only comment now to encourage families to ignore hospital visiting hours and always have a family member in the room.
To your own self be kind and gentle. Much love.
Rated.
As you know, my husband was almost killed during his hospitalization for M.S. They also overdosed him on morphine and called it, "pulling a Michael Jackson." All they did was make him sicker and sicker until I pulled him out AMA.
I used to feel sorry for third world countries that demanded the families come to the hospital and take "care" of their loved ones while they are in the hospital. Well, we have a achieved the status of a third world country: if you are not in the hospital to advocate for them, most likely, they will die. And NONE of us can spend 24/7 in a hospital to protect our family members so as you experienced, it will happen when you are not there.
Congrats on the EP!
When you spend any time at all in a medical facility with a loved one, you quickly realize that doctors are scarce, much of the staff are nurse assistants, and that in general, the facility is understaffed, especially on the weekends. All the bad stuff that happened to my mom was when no one from my family was present to advocate, nag, march back and forth between the nurse's station and her room.
the guild rules are more concerned with keeping the doctors alive than the patient, 'first, do no harm' minimizes lynching and improves chances of getting paid.