Stung into action by this thread. I work in health informatics, and care of the elderly is seen as something to be managed in patients own homes as hospital/nursing home care will be unaffordable to the nation. Yes it is technically possible to wire up your loo so that if you haven’t used it by 10.00 am an alarm sounds in a call centre. Would I have wanted that for my mother? No. Dignity is very important to us all, but even more so as you get older and you lose a lot of sense of respect and self worth. We cannot rely on technology to replace decent care. If my mother was unlikely to have got herself up, then she should not be on her own anyway. A call alarm by the bed, a phone on the wall prepr0grammed with my number, these put her back in control. A warden rang every morning to check she was all right, and visited if she was not.
My mother suffered depression, followed by Parkinson’s and then dementia, brought on by the drugs to treat the depression. She was admitted for respite to a local hospital. After a weekend home leave, we brought her back to find someone in her bed – the staff had moved her in her absence without telling anyone. She was lost. The following day I could not find her. I asked the staff where she was – they did not know. I found her hunched on the floor of the corridor, rocking in her distress. She had no idea where her bed or the loo were. I took her home. One week later one of the patients murdered another one on her ward. CCTV cameras? You would need someone watching them 24/7 and ready to leap into action the moment someone appeared in distress. That resource would be better used patrolling the wards and speaking to patients, addressing their concerns. We raided savings and she went into a nursing home where the staff treated her as a much respected member of the family, there was always someone checking on her, encouraging her to take an interest in life. She died there with dignity, cared for and well tended. They did not need cameras to snoop, just enough caring staff.
My father was admitted to hospital following a very minor heart attack. He had been completely independent, just come back from a cruise. I visited in A and E and he was laughing and joking with the nurses. I handed over his repeat order prescription list from the GP to the staff. I received a phone call from the ward later that day asking me to discipline him as he was being a nuisance. His crime? Getting out of bed three times during the afternoon to ask what was happening and when he could go home. I asked to see his drug chart, and none of his usual drugs was on there. The following couple of days he seemed drowsy and not himself. He was sitting in a soaking wet pyjama jacket with food down the front, an hour after they cleared away dinner. They blamed the drowsiness on a urinary infection. Bit strange for a totally continent man to get this? I looked at his chart – still none of his 11 usual drugs, but he had been prescribed the ‘chemical cosh’ prochlorperazine, to keep him quiet. He was beginning to suffer the side effects of this, jumpy movements that made him spill his tea, which distressed him. His urine infection got worse, they put him in nappies with no pyjama trousers and left him sitting like this in a chair. My 25 year old daughter went to visit him and he asked her if she could get the nurses to get him a bottle. She asked at the nursing station, they said they were busy, would get round to it. My father was getting distressed, my daughter went back again and asked if she could get him a bottle. They refused to let her, and said they would come when they could. Eventually he could hold on no longer and peed on the floor in front of her. That is her last memory of yher grandfather.
That night the patient opposite was visited by the consultant team during visiting hours, and in front of everyone told that he would have to give up his house, sell it and pay for nursing home care as he was blocking the bed. They swept out, leaving him alone in tears in front of all the visitors. The following day a home visit was organised for my father to assess whether he could live at home. Still suffering the effects of the prochlorperazine, although I had persuaded them to stop it the day before, he spilled some milk making a cup of tea. That was deemed sufficient to determine he could not live on his own. His drug chart now revealed that he was being treated for Parkinson’s, which he had never had. When I asked why, they mentioned the extrapyramidal effects, which they had induced with their own drug treatment. Still none of his heart and BP medication on there.
I visted the following evening and my father was axious and upset. I promised I would do everything I could to get him home with support. The staff summoned me for a meeting and told me that to send him home would cost social services more money... I said somehow I would find the means to support him privately. Still no sign of his usual heart, BP medication etc on his chart. I had requested the next day off from the PCT where I worked to sort out his care.
At 3.20 am I received a call saying his condition had deteriorated and the doctors were with him. I went to brush my teeth before coming in. Five minutes later the phone rang again – he was dead. The couldn’t understand how it had happened, they had assessed him fit for discharge to a nursing home.....
They had attempted resuscitation on an 89 year old with prostate cancer but it had failed.
I am a professional health informatician, I am well aware of all the telemonitoring devices being piloted. These projects aren’t cheap. I used to be a nurse, in the days when patients came first. All the technology and policies in the world would not have helped my parents. Web cams are for monitoring endangered species, not humans. But valuing their dignity, treating them like fellow human beings, not animals, would have made their last days so different. And I suspect my father might have made his 90th birthday......