A Heartbreaking Loss: Stephen Clarke's Quest for Justice After His Mother's Untimely Death At The Hands Of The NHS!

This is the heart-breaking story of Stephen Clarke and is told in his own words. It is about the unnecessary death, or should we say murder of his once healthy mother by NHS.

Mum was incredible for her age and would put many 40-year-olds to shame with her energy! She would happily jump on a bus from Feltham to Shepherds Bush Market to buy her meat and fish without problem! 

Our house was never quiet, she loved her Bingo and would often knock for a lift so she didn't miss the first game. I lived across the road, opposite the family home. She would always be in a rush as she was caring for Dad, plus two of my brothers were still living at home. She made sure everyone was fed and watered and in Dad's case, clean before she left. Sunday was church day and then the family would gather at her house for dinner. My partner often said "the only time I see your mum sat down is when she's eating" this was so true.

Dad's Death

Back in July 2021 my dad was taken into hospital, he was 84 and had many health issues, he'd had a mild stroke some years earlier, and his health simply deteriorated from then. My Mum was his carer, she was just 76 years old when he died.

Dad really wasn't well and sadly on the 27^thJuly 2021 we lost him. Mum, as you can imagine was devasted. They had been married for 55 years and she had lost the love of her life. I, along with my siblings had never seen my Mum so sad and she took to her bed.

Mum was like this for a couple of days and so of course we became more and more concerned, was it a case of Mum being broken hearted? or was she not well.

Making That Fateful Decision to Get Mum Checked Out

Whilst I was at work on the 29^{th of} July my brothers and sisters made the decision that Mum needed to be checked out, so an ambulance was called.

I was miles away working so started my journey back to West London, you'll not believe the problems I encountered trying to get home, my vehicle is electric, and the battery was running low, I must have tried about eight charging points, which were either being used or were 'out of order' I was so frustrated because all I wanted to do was get back to my Mum. My battery was so low I knew I couldn't go any further, I was stranded.

I called the AA and had to wait roughly 45 minutes for someone to come, when he arrived, he took me and my vehicle to a charging point that was working, off he went whilst I attached the point to my vehicle. I believe I had the slowest charging point you could ever find in the UK!

I heard from one of my siblings that Mum had been taken into hospital to be checked over, apparently, she had a slight temperature, so the possibility was a chest infection, her SATs were good though, oxygen levels were at 99%. I felt confident that maybe someone looking after mum for once was all she needed, how wrong was I.

Mum Was Moved to A Covid Ward Where Things Began To Change

It was decided that Mum was going to be kept in. The following day we were informed that she had been moved to a Covid ward, none of us had been told she had even taken a test! What the hell was going on!?

My brother spoke to my Mum on her first and second day and she was feeling so much better, she had no difficulty whatsoever in breathing and she was telling him that there were people in there that were single and double vaxed, all coughing around her. She was expecting to be released that day. However, for reasons unknown to us, she was given oxygen later that day!

On the 3^rd day Mum was then given oxygen by way of Cpap! Again, why was this? she had been able to hold a conversation with my brother with no shortness of breath whatsoever!

Myself and my sister Deborah decided that we wanted to be at the hospital as much as possible. Even if we couldn't see her, we wanted to be there. So that's what we did, to the annoyance of the doctors and nurses. 

I stood at the nurse's station at one point, and I could see my Mum through a glass side panel next to the door. I walked over to it and waved to Mum; she waved back at me. Next minute I was shouted at by one of the doctors who said "You can't do that!" I was shocked and replied, "I can't do what, wave at my mum through a window?" She started to explain that she only allowed it the day before as I was so upset about the fact my dad had just died and now my mum was so ill. 

Honestly this made no sense to me whatsoever, who was I hurting? She was in a ward where the door was closed shut. Her reply was that it was due to the "risk of infection". Seriously? through a door? The only person risking infection to anyone outside the hospital would be from her, not me! Honestly, I could have screamed I was so angry at her. 

With my hand on my heart, I honestly believe that we were kept away from my mum so that we couldn't see what they were doing to her.

The beginning Of the End

We spoke with someone from the hospital later that day and were informed that mum was now on Morphine. This rang alarm bells for us and when asked why, we were told that it was only a small dose, 'for an uncomfortable mask'! I don't think I've ever heard anything so ridiculous in my life, so we challenged it. 

It seemed that from that day on my mum was not coherent at all, she was also then bed bound whereas previously she could take herself to the toilet. We had no idea of the dosage she had really being given! 

My sister Deborah spoke with the doctor and insisted she wanted mum off the Morphine. We thought she had been taken off of it and was given a different drug. It made us feel a little easier believing she was no longer on Morphine.

The Phone Call Nobody Wants
The following morning the doctor called Deborah and asked for the family to come in at 3pm that day. My sister and I decided we were going to go at 1pm instead. We had the suspicion that mum would not be coherent if we did what they asked, so off we both went. For some reason, again, I had this awful feeling of dread!

Once we got to the ward my sister got herself masked up and walked straight into the ward where mum was, and low and behold, guess what, mum was on still Morphine!

My blood was boiling, I was so bloody angry, that we demanded the whole thing be removed immediately, how bloody dare they. The doctors and nurses were quite flustered and obviously annoyed that we had turned up earlier than we were told, but we didn't care, that's our mum!

It was then that we were both told that it was a matter of time, she was coming to the end of her life. My heart broke and I was angry all over again, this can't be happening, surely! I didn't know what to think I felt like I was in a nightmare, this surely cannot be happening, but it was, and I felt destroyed...

No Empathy or Compassion

The Dr's (Dr Leaper and Dr Hannah Eleanor Barrett) believed that the family meeting was now over!? Huh, oh no, we told them straight, this isn't the meeting, the family will be here at 3pm you will have to speak with them too. I could sense we had really annoyed these doctors, but why? I was losing my mother for goodness' sake, what didn't they get?!

So, at 3pm our other brothers and sisters arrived and we were all taken to a room where, again, they repeated the same words that she was 'coming to the end of her life'!

They didn't know my mum, they seemed to look on her as though she were a housebound pensioner, not the strong woman that she was that had cared for my dad for years!

I was so angry, so hurt and so bloody sad, my heart just kept breaking over and over again. I cried, I cried loudly and uncontrollably along with my brothers and sisters. Looking back now, I can remember how uncomfortable the two doctors looked, they couldn't look us in the eye - particularly Dr Hannah Barrett. Again, I ask, why was that? Their attitudes were awful, absolutely no compassion at all, they really were both very cold indeed!

Then Dr Leaper had the audacity to say "If you can learn anything from this, it's to get you and your family vaccinated" Well I'm not a violent man but after that statement I wanted to punch him. How bloody dare he!!! 

Is that why my mum didn't survive the hospital stay, because of her vaccination status? I believe so, in fact I have no doubts at all now!

So after the meeting Mum was then put into a side ward and I guess as the Morphine was now wearing off, she started to come around. The Cpap mask had now been removed and she just had oxygen that is administered via the nose.

The first thing she said to us was "I'm hungry" her mouth was so dry, her tongue was white and looked as though it had a layer of fur on it, she clearly had had no food or water for days. We got her a Mac n Cheese from the canteen and a pudding, both of which she ate. We also gave her water, which she did say tasted "like sh*t" bless her. Are they the actions of a woman coming to the end of her life? I don't think it is, not in the slightest! 

On speaking more to my mum, she said "There is nothing wrong with me, they're trying to keep me here" she then went on to say she wanted to go home and proceeded to say her full address. Later that night my beautiful mum took her last breath, and my heart truly did break into a million pieces.

What Happened Here?

My mum was taken into hospital and treated for Covid I believe using a protocol and not by assessing the patient and how bad they may be. She was unvaccinated (was she made another statistic) She was pumped with oxygen for 24 hours a day with oxygen that she didn't need, which of course can destroy your lungs. She was then given unnecessary amounts of Morphine 3 days before she died. They also administered a Midazolam driver, all of which came to light after requesting her medical notes.

All in all, my mum was murdered by the people who were meant to care for her. I know for sure that she is not the only one!

The thoughts I have had, have quite frankly been disturbing, what I've wanted to do to these two heartless doctors that were involved in my mum's death I cannot put down on paper as I'm just not that kind of person. But let me tell you now I will do my utmost to do something and get some kind of justice, how I will do this, I have absolutely no idea, but I am a man of my word and I will keep going until there is justice!

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