I visited the hospital, where my sister was sick in bed. She was breathing on her own, no cords around her head.
I notice my sister was not brought any kind of food. She was not even given any fluid, something her body could use.
When the Nurse came into the room, I asked why food was not brought in. She said, while in this room, the body feeds off from what's within.
I asked if she is going to have something to drink? She said, Oh No, fluid can fill her lungs, causing her lungs to fill and drown; I did not know what to think.
So I said, "This room is called the room of death." The Nurse got very upset. I asked her if she believe in miracles? I did not think she liked that.
I knew this would be the last time I would see my sister Roberta Knight again, after she was starving for many days, after coming out of ICU. I figure the Doctors, and Nurses were calling the shots, there were nothing I could do?
On that very next day at 7:15 a.m. my sister lost her life. I feel the treatment that she got, really was not right.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing