"Dear Union,
I am writing to tell how my brother died in the hospital, last September and therefore in the period of Covid.
I am writing because I would like to point out that it is not Covid that kills, but medical malpractice and the rules that hospitals have in case of hospitalization.
In this case I am speaking, unfortunately, of a Sardinian hospital and of the emergency medicine department.
On September 5th we called the ambulance because my brother was losing blood from the esophagus and having undergone a total laryngectomy we thought that the best solution was the hospitalization in the same structure where he had previously been operated on.
Once in the emergency room, however, I lost contact with my brother. They did not let me go with him and they told me that they would notify me in case of hospitalization. After hours of phone calls to the emergency room where no one answered, I then discovered that my brother had been hospitalized in emergency medicine. Worse than ever ... the whole family tried to contact the ward with no answers.
Fortunately my brother was fine and we were able to communicate with him through messages because we couldn't hear each other because we had no voice. He asked us for the stuff to change, the wi-fi connection and above all his medicines which he absolutely should not skip taking because he was following a chemo for the liver and if he didn't take them for just one day he would go into encephalopathy which would have led him to coma and the risk of death.
I left everything at the hospital entrance, and the delivery took place in the evening after 20.30. He was hospitalized in a storage room where there was not even an alarm bell. In short, in summary, my brother was left there where he then fell to go to the bathroom with a fracture of the nasal septum.
He could no longer walk. Nobody gave him his vital therapy. Nobody helped him to go to the bathroom. Nobody cleaned it and changed it. Nobody helped him charge his cell phone. For days he did not respond to messages, and doctors to phone calls. I showed up several times to explain the situation and get news but they said I could only get news by phone, from 1pm to 2pm. Once a doctor said that my brother was fine and was responding well to antibiotic therapy. It was strange though, his silence. Then, after eight days of hospitalization, at 8 pm they called us from the hospital to tell us that we could come and see him because he was not very well. I immediately rushed to the hospital and at 8.30 I managed to see him. Desert block. There was no doctor or nurse, I was completely lost. Knocking from door to door I managed to reach him, and I saw a terrifying scene.
