Euthanasia by your family GP?
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I had been caring for my mum for 11.25 years from June/2011 to her untimely death on 15/September/2022. Over the period i could see mum was in decline due to her dementia which was diagnosed in 2011. In January/2020 my mum and i moved into a flat in Honiton Devon. Shortly after covid hit the nation. As time progressed mum eventually refused food, i was told by the visiting nurses it was due to the body closing down and mum had entered the "final phase" of her dementia. Mum had nurses at this point 4 visits a day to "turn" her to try to avoid bed sores. On one occasion i entered mums' bedroom to witness a nurse taking photos of mum on her mobile phone when she was scantily dressed. I challenged her on this and stated i do not want photos of my mum being taken. I got a call from one of the nurses and i stated again i do not want photos of mum being taken when she or her colleagues came round to our flat. As she came to do a 4 times a day check she had her mobile phone in her hand as she walked in the flat almost as an act of defiance. I asked her to sit at the dining room table so i could talk to her she stated she had to take photos. I said on that basis i want her to leave the flat immediately. She left, a time later i had a knock at the door, it was my doctor 2 nurses and two police officers forcing their way into our flat. AS i opened the door one police officer put his foot in the door entrance. To this day i have no idea why the doctor couldn't simply call me to discuss the situation rather than employ heavy handed tactics. This is something i have never experienced before with a doctor whom we are inclined to trust. Then On Friday 16/September/2022 i received a call from the same GP almost pleading with me to allow mum to be taken into a nursing home. I refused as i knew mum only wanted to be with me ( her son), and i didn't want mum to be surrounded by strangers in her final days. On that Friday evening i had a knock at the door it was a Devon County Council employee delivering a high court proceedings letter to try to force mum out of my care in our flat to force her to a nursing home. I connected with the court proceedings via Zoom. I won the case from the presiding judge after explaining photos were being taken without my consent of mum scantily dressed in her bed. The court proceedings were conducted on Monday 12/September/2022 to my recollection. There was then an additional Zoom meeting the following day with Devon County Council. I was concerned there were too many visits ( 4) in a day, but the doctor recommended we continue due to ongoing bed sore issues which i agreed to. On the Thursday 15/September/2022 the nurses came in for their 4.15 pm daily visit. After changing mums' position in the bed mum cried out a little as if in some discomfort or pain. One nurse said " im just going to give mum some more morphine as she has only had a small amount previously and some Midazolam" Within 2 hours mum had died. If that wasn't enough when i returned from registering mums' death at the registrar i had an unmarked police car parked outside my flat and as i approached the car park entrance, he put his emergency lights on briefly, then switched them off and drove away as if to say we have the last word!
Although mum was not in a good place and she had a good long life of 99 years 7 month and 18 days, i feel she was euthanised, and a collective decision had been made perhaps with some police influence, and some influence from them losing the court case. The distinct impression i got from all of social services, police and doctors and nurses was this was all about control. Who was in control and the authorities wanted to show me they control everything not me.
I feel as if mum and i were completely stitched up. Interestingly to note that the doctor had referred the death to the coroner, was he protecting his position? Was this an act of petty vengeance? I am inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt, and he was complying with legal or/and ethical protocol, but there is also a nagging doubt in my mind which i can't remove.