I'm here because I watched my dad suffering horribly before he died. He had an extremely high fever and heart rate close to 180. Dad was blind and hard of hearing. The housecall doctor made me call the ambulance and they took him to hospital. The ambulance got lost along the way and arrived way after me - I couldn't find my dad. At ER they made me leave him alone to go and pay for the ambulance which was a long line up. He couldn't see or hear and was terrified without me. The paramedics forced me to sign a DNR because of his age - even before beginning a diagnosis.

After a week of antibiotic drips and eating soft foods, dad was discharged with one word "fever". The hospital doctor was horrible to me and told me "it's his age, we can't find out what's wrong". Dad came home and started recovering and our hopes were up. But the nurses at the hospital were rude and cruel to us and bruised him so much while taking blood and his blood pressure. They handled him like a dead carcass. I wish all of them would die a horrible slow death.

The next week dad was back in hospital with the same symptoms, and they shunted him from room to room. I had to stay with him 24 hours a day because he couldn't find the call bell for the nurses. They hurt him again and washed his genitals and pressure sores till they bled and gave him no antibiotic. Then they sent him home and told me it was "fever".

A few nights later, dad choked on his medication, went back to the hospital and was on the ventilator for 2 days, not being able to breathe. They gave him no antibiotics, and no saliva test but told me he had aspiration pneumonia. 3 doctors at the hospital shouted at me to go home, and so did the nurses, even though they told me he may not recover. They stopped all water and chased me out when I tried to giv him water, they stopped all food. When changing his diaper they threw him around the bed like a rag doll. He cried to me about the pain, he cried to me for food, he cried to me for water - they would now allow it.

They they administered morphine which made him sleepy and told me he was palliative. They sent him home and a palliative care doctor dressed all in black like an angel or demon of death came and prepared a whole lot of morphine syringes and antipsychotics and put them in my fridge.

I managed to give dad some water and soft soup and he ate. But it was too late, they had starved him and made him dehydrated enough to kill him. He had a death rattle for a whole day and then died. I am convinced they antipsychotic and morphine was a lethal cocktail that killed him. I don't trust any "healthcare" people - they just legalised euthanasia and assisted suicide and I'm sure the hospitals are giving bonuses to the doctors to murder their patients. This is because we have universal healthcare in Canada and they want to cut costs because the country is in deficit.

Taking legal action will not help - the same thing happened to an acquaintance of mine's mom and even calling the police and opening a criminal file does not help. They all support each other in their conspiracies. I'm here to share my story because my counsellor says I have PTSD from watching the cruelty from the people who I expected to be kind. I didn't sleep for 3.5 weeks and ate very little because I could not leave him alone. He was frightened because they treated him so roughly and caused him so much pain and he could not see or hear them.

I get flashbacks of his suffering and can't sleep. I walk around like a zombie with no purpose. I pray for the demise of those who hurt him so much, but I can't get justice. I jump at the slightest noise, and I worry all the time that they'll do the same to mom if she has to go to hospital.

Dad passed in December, and I was feeling depressed but now I just feel like there's not one soul I can trust on this earth, because mom's 30 relatives didn't come help us once, but turned up in force at the funeral to find out if dad left them anything.

Sorry for the long post - I never never believed people could be so cruel in this world. Now I know there's so much evil surrounding us - and it's making me neurotic that people are out to hurt us for their own selfish gain and enjoy tormenting others physically and emotionally.