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Date Posted: 20:29:37 09/03/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 21

The Walk-Over Page 1 of 7
Chapter 21 Words: 1950
July 4-9, 1996

July 4-9, 1996, which is a part of hubby’s Ann Arbor hospitalization from

July 1–22, 1996 after being transferred by ambulance from Pontiac. The hospital ghosts care more and share more truth than the living.

After I noticed that my husband was placed on a ventilator on July 4, 1996, I was sitting next to hubby’s bed to watch him die because of improperly treated bacterial infection. All of a sudden, a rude hospital executive-type lady approached me with new papers to be signed. Her manner was that she stomped into hubby’s intensive care room and she was irritated with everyone around, including me. Again, I was signing for hubby’s heart surgery. I signed with pen in one hand, and the words on my lips: “If you think that I’m paying for this, then get ready to take me to court!”

The rude hospital lady stomped off with her signed paper, and I returned to my position of watching hubby die.

The next day I was in the hospital waiting room, pouring myself a cup of coffee when a familiar-looking elderly woman entered. I guessed her age to be in the late sixties. I had seen her walking pass hubby’s room on the way to her husband who also was in intensive care. We made introduction, then began to chat. Ann’s husband had recently had an artificial heart valve replacement, and it wasn’t properly holding. Ann’s husband was back in the hospital because the valve was leaking. Ann and I had one thing in common…any surgery using anything artificial weren’t going to work! Ann’s husband was on Medicare and they would pay for her hubby’s hospitalization no matter what was done, and Medicare would never ask for any medical records where the hospital bill and medical test could be compared! A simple product paid for would be a product received. That kind of medical philosophy would date back to when the United States funded money looking for a tuberculosis (TB) vaccine when TB was the #1 disease killer in the USA? The federal fund-maker-grants forgot to ask that a product paid-for be a product received!



Personally, I would have preferred to have the known effective antibiotics, than to wait for a cadaver to fall from the sky. Medical evils have been present in the United States; I noticed the tuberculosis vaccine dilemma when I spoke with the Michigan tuberculosis hospital ghosts.



My thoughts began wondering. As I spoke with Ann, I also wondered how a medicine practitioner that withheld effective antibiotics could call their job humanity. To me that kind of medical person would be a heartless money-seeking human animal! So I spoke very cautiously with the elderly woman. Ann said, “They tell me to go home.”

I nodded, saying, “They tell me that, too. But, why go home? If I were at home, I’d be wishing that I was here.”

“Me, too,” Ann agreed.



My younger brother Willie and hubby’s sister Joan stopped to visit. The three of us entered Bill’s room. Joan commented: “I don’t see Bill’s hernia.”

In 1994, Bill thought he pulled something when he was painting the eves, which was done at a time prior to his second tumor-produced cancer, (this same house area is now where new bees now have moved). The 1996 intensive-care nurse removed the sheets so that the three family members could examine hubby’s hernia.

“Oh,” I said, “look there are two Band-Aids placed in a cross-position. There an incision was made; maybe they fixed the hernia. It was a small one.”

“No,” all three nurses (two family members were nurses), “replied.”



Again I pointed to the two Band-Aids, saying, “That’s where the hernia was!”



The subject was discontinued. Both relatives left and there was a shift change.

The intensive care nurse and I watched the dialysis machine clog. Hubby’s body would jerk, as if having mini strokes while the dialysis machine would spit and spurt. It was common for bacterial-produced heart disease patients to have bacterial-produced strokes. The bacteria that grow around the heart and valve would break loose and travel, by the blood, to the brain. Sunday evening, July 7, 1996, the surgeon Dr. Byrnes returned from vacation. To his surprise hubby was still alive, and the nurse told Dr. Byrnes about the dialysis machine. So, I thought that I would add the fact that hubby’s body was jerking as if having mini-strokes!

Then, I thought that I would be helpful and remove all other surprises by saying, “You are to speak with the family tomorrow.”

Dr. Byrnes asked, “Oh, really; what am I suppose to say?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “they didn’t give me a copy of the script. You are to speak with the family before hubby’s tomorrow scheduled surgery.”

The doctor asked no more questions. I could see by his eyes that he wasn’t prepared to either speak with the family or prepared for a surgery.

On July 9, 1996, a cadaver had fell from the sky, and the heart surgery began. It was known that an infection and an abscess vastly destroyed Bill’s heart. The surgeon used his art to great perfection opening Bill’s chest (I guess they do it with an electric saw…just like a cook would cut open a chicken). Then he pulled out the heart, and chopped off the bacteria infected part. The cadaver’s heart part that fell from the sky was used to replace the bacterial damage. The surgeon didn’t need the complete heart only enough to replace the bacterial damaged area, which was either a quarter or a third. I wasn’t there, but it would have been interesting. Meanwhile, I kept wondering why the known effective antibiotics were NOT used, in place of the sulfate garbage that was known to drug over-dose halfway through the recommended protocol.

The surgery was over. Bum-m-m-e-r. Unfortunately, there was leakage. So the surgeon had to reopen Bill’s chest and do a few more stitches, then stuff the heart part back inside. After again wiring the chest shut and closing the incision, the leak was gone. The blood pump was turned on and the heart was zapped. The patient came back to life. The surgery was a success, but we (the medical specialist and myself) knew that the infection remained, while the rest of the family members had been told that the infection was gone. A lie had always been known as the opposite of truth. What would have been called the Mad Scientist, was now called surgically removing common bacteria infection and lying about withholding effective antibiotics as you do it.

After the surgery, Dr. Byrnes spoke with the family. The doctor mentioned that Bill’s heart was enlarged, and that he might have had a stroke. There was a problem on Bill’s right side. How sever was yet to be seen.

The next day Bill recovered. The respirator was removed and he began to speak: “Get down! Get down! You’re going to get shot!”

“No honey,” I replied, “I not going to crawl around on the floor. They think that I’m crazy enough.”

It was as if Bill had a split personality. Hubby must have received a 75-year old person’s heart. From the way he was speaking, it must have been from someone who was living in England during the Second World War. After spending one-hour at the Fox Psychiatric Clinic (June 11, 1996) the month prior, I replied, “Why do you think that I’ll be getting shot?”

“There’s a war outside. Didn’t you notice the bombs exploding and the gunfire blasting? Why did you come in here? I thought that you got away. Now, you’re going to be a prisoner, too.”

Immediately, I detected a slight hallucination problem. As other family members came to visit, I told them that Bill was hallucinating and not to be surprised at anything said. I started doing more reading and found in a nursing book a condition that was called “Sundowning, which was drug-produced.”

The word sundown syndrome came from the sunset. In the drug world, it’s a condition called “when the sun goes down the patient comes alive.” Many drugs like steroids, sedatives, tranquilizers, sulfates, chlorides, and morphine produced an irregular heartbeat. I noticed that the irregular heartbeat showed up on the heart monitor.

As I read over the drug list, I thought that maybe Bill had every one of them. It surprised me that the family would be told that the infection was gone, and yet not be told that Bill was hallucinating. Since Bill was executor to his Uncle Jack’s estate, the hallucinating was a concern to Bill’s mother. She had contacted the attorney who was handling the estate to change executors. Normally endocarditis heart patients in this shape do NOT live.

The hallucinations were daily and with every item that entered the room. Bill’s sister had purchased a small planter with two-12-inch balloons that had the printed words “get well.” The planter was placed against the back wall on a shelf. The balloons bounced with the air conditioner blowing.

I entered the room and Bill asked whom the two men were that were standing in the corner. “They came into my room last night. One has on a black cowboy hat, and the other is wearing a brown one. The two men have been standing there for hours and whispering. I can’t hear them, and I find their whispering annoying. Who are they?”

I looked. The two men had disappeared, but their whispered words remained pasted all over the back wall. Death, a figuration of reality, was wearing the black cowboy hat and gathering his future prospects.

Death was speaking to an elderly man’s spirit who was wearing the brown cowboy hat: “This is where the big bucks stopped.”

The elderly man’s body was like Bill’s—a medical customer…only he was on Medicare. My first guess what that the elderly man resided in the room a few door down the hall. Now he was wearing the brown cowboy hat and having a conversation with Death…And Death was not giving out a bunch of lies. From the whispered words, I gathered that the subject was that the elderly man was Ann’s husband and the medical customer in need of the cadaver’s heart part first.

The apparition who wore the brown cowboy hat must have had a doctor that lied about the cadaver. The ghost who wore the black cowboy hat must have been the Death figure that the tuberculosis ghosts were talking about. So now Death was telling the apparition that appeared as Ann’s husband the truth: “The hospital would not had been paid for the ambulance ride from Pontiac to Ann Arbor nor would they had been paid for the nine day intensive care visit, if a surgery was not done.”

What puzzled me about Bill’s describing the whispering two figures was that according to the ghosts, spirits, or whatever they were, who said, “When you see Death, watch out.”

I took that warning to mean that your own death wasn’t far away. Bill saw the figure wearing the black hat, which meant to me Bill’s death, too, was probably not far into the future.

I changed the subject and pointed to the balloons, saying, “You’re sister…”

Before I finished my sentence, Bill interrupted. “God damn that’s not my sister!”



“No. No, it’s not. They’re balloons.”



Bill’s face saddened. “You mean there’s nobody there.”



“Just balloons.”

By 1996, the medical people knew that in 1994 a Michigan hospital laboratory had raised laboratory blood test figures as high as 10X’s what the normal figure should have been. And by 1996, all the medical people were saying that the lab’s increased figures had no affect identifying common bacterial blood infections.

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