Tragic Loss and Concerns Raised Over Care at Luton & Dunstable Hospital: Son Shares Heartbreaking Account of Mother's Untimely Death!

As told to Jacqui Deevoy.

In Dec 2021 my mother Kristina Scratton was 78 years old when she was admitted to Luton & Dunstable hospital (L&D) for chronic pain she'd been enduring for weeks. At this late stage of her life she'd had Parkinson's Disease for around 16 years, Rheumatoid Arthritis for slightly longer, and she had been housebound for the previous 2 years. Despite her ill-health, her severe lack of mobility, and her dependence on carers she was generally upbeat, optimistic, and enjoying her life.

Owing to previous bad experiences inside L&D she did NOT want to go into that hospital, and had said to me multiple times that if she went in she'd never come out. I wish I'd taken those words more seriously as they turned out to be prophetic. She was no fool, my mother, but in the end she just couldn't endure the pain she was in.

I think her initial care in L&D was pretty good. They promptly diagnosed pneumonia and got her on antibiotics and within a week she was feeling much better. The doctors told me she was ready to go home but that they also thought she needed more at-home care than she was then receiving, and that the best way to getting it was to keep her in a bit longer so that the hospital's 'Discharge team' could arrange it with the local authority. Apparently the local authority prioritise people leaving hospital - they can get a care review within a couple of weeks, whereas if we'd applied from home it would have taken months. It seemed a sound plan so I consented to keep her in.

Unfortunately the very next day the whole ward, including my mother, tested positive for Covid. I had to cancel my planned weekend visit as covid-positive patients aren't allowed visitors. At this stage I wasn't terribly worried - mum had no symptoms at all, plus she was 2x vaccinated and if anything bad did happen, well, she was already in hospital. We spoke on the phone for what turned out to be the final time but it was super hard to hear her cos of background noise and Parkinsons had weakened her voice. I understood she was basically okay and looking forward to going home.

That night I missed 3 calls from the hospital between 2am and 3am and I didn't notice this until 8am. When I called the ward I was given the awful news that she had somehow taken a sudden turn for the worse, that she had not responded to treatment, that she was now unconscious and was not expected to recover. Also that I should go up to Luton immediately to say my goodbyes. I drove up to Luton in a daze.

So began the worst week of my life. Seven long days of sitting in a Covid room, dressed in full PPE - mask, face guard, overalls, gloves - impotently watching as my beloved mother, my only close relative, slowly slipped away. All I could do was talk to her and play her her favourite music on my phone which I placed by her ear. And just two months previously I'd sat with my grandmother as she died, and that was an infinitely better experience for both of us. Gran was of course much older - 96 - and there was no pain or distress, she knew I was there with her, and she literally - it says this on her death certificate - she quite literally died of old age.

Back to mum, there are some points that need mentioning:

- L&D is an absolute dump that would disgrace the third world. Had I known what a squalid, filthy hole it is I'd never have consented to keep mum there a second longer than necessary. That place should be razed to the ground and built anew.

- The first time I saw her her mouth was full of dried blood and she was grimacing as if in pain. Had they tried to intubate her? I have no idea.

- She wasn't allowed any water, which seemed - and still seems - the absolute height of cruelty. A nurse used a small wet sponge to clean her mouth and I remember mum, despite being unconscious, trying to suck on it and keep it in her mouth. She even sat up slightly to try and keep hold of it, she must have been so desperate. If I hadn't been so shell-shocked I'd have given her all the water she could drink but at this time I still trusted that the professionals knew best.

- Everybody - literally *everybody* - knows that good ventilation is crucial to controlling the spread of respiratory viruses. But in this miserable 'hospital' I didn't see a single window open that I hadn't opened myself. And there was no air-conditioning - everyone was breathing the same air, over and over. Yes it was December but it wasn't that cold and they did have heaters. Furthermore, a reasonable person might presume that Covid patients would be on a controlled ward so they don't immediately infect everyone around them but that reasonable person would be wrong. Mum and another lady were simply in a side room just off the main ward, the two rooms separated by a single door that was forever flapping open. Gee I wonder why everyone caught covid at once...

- The nurses were lovely and clearly doing their best but dear god I wish their English had been better. I understood very little of what they said to me, but I was too polite and too damned English to ask for more than 2 repeats, and of course I still trusted that they knew best so it didn't really matter if I didn't fully understand.

- It seems incredibly strange that mum deteriorated so *fast*. Six hours between our last phone conversation and her apparent turn for the worse. I am not a medical man but it doesn't square at all with the covid deaths I'd read about.

One final point: My mother is now buried in Luton Vale cemetery. In the grave next to hers, and for the rest of eternity, there lies a 16 y/o boy who died just one day after her, from a massive heart attack. Who the hell has a fatal heart attack at 16 years of age?? I have never known the like, and based on what I've read elsewhere I am extremely suspicious that the covid vaccines are responsible. 

Playing God (Final Phase) by Jacqui Deevoy 

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