The hospital management heard about it...he eventually sorta apologized. My uncle was not living there....for some reason he had a surgeon there (he was living in Montana - and a friend had referred him to the surgeon there...I think.)
We'll never know if there would have been a different outome for your uncle elsewhere. While some U.S. hospitals have outstanding reputations, they cannot heal every single illness. I have two younger brothers (no sisters) and in '02 the youngest was diagnosed with lymphoma and the other with myelodisplasia in '03. Unbelievable! was our reaction.
Both have been treated extensively with chemo but the older of the two was lost to us in March of this year. I can only say that I HATE that he died. Dear God, bless him, he kept his sense of humor til just about the week before he left us.
I was with him a day and a half before he died. He lived in a different state than I. I will never forget what we talked about. For one, he was well aware that my husband was suffering from a cancer-related problem. He told me, "Don't give up. Don't give up." And with all life-prolonging measures removed from him, which he agreed to, he said to me, "I wonder how long it takes to die." Heartbreaking. My response: "Maybe it's better we don't know." He agreed.
That was a Sunday night and Tuesday morning his life on earth came to an end. His wife and a daughter (one of their 5 children) were with him.
Life has it's pleasures but also it's pain. We have no choice but to be strong.
You didn't ask for my recent story but I hope you will see it as my apparent need to "talk" about it sometimes. My brother Joe will always be a part of who I am. I am so sorry that he isn't here with us anymore...my "little" brother.