Commenting on The Death of Mrs. Green in Kingscounty

Letter to the Editor

The Inhumanity of Nothing: The Death of the Woman in the Kings County ER, Editorial by T. L. Kittle

I would be deemed the Nix Mary Brown of the Medical abuses. My life was peppered with years of medical failures. I'm sorry to say it had nothing to do with impoverished hospitals and stress as I became a God's eye witness to what goes on in hospitals. Most of it is arrogance.

Trickle down incompetence and attitudes taught by doctors to students. I was abused in many environments and it has nothing to do with money allotted to our hosptials. If a doctor is suited to work as a doctor they don't need money to save a life. It has to do with how or why one becomes a doctor how they are able to deal with stress and how good they are at doing a job.

If you have ever been in an emergency room your are first greeted by a snotty nurse, an aggressive person with a Rikers island attitude and then it is like you are basically a prisoner. Not someone who is suffering or who has any intelligence or knowledge of self. I read a book in the library on medical malpractice role models. It's all there that I had seen, it's written by Harvard students on whom or what becomes a role model for medical malpractice.

It has to do with attitude not money, incompetence and doctors and the whole hospital feed off of each others aggressive dysfunction. The medical profession kills more than 80 thousand to be safe, people, a year. The mistakes are horribly cruel. How do I know? Aside from myself, my sister was killed coldly by doctors. To give you more of an example of how this has nothing to do with funding stress or others. My sister died in an emergency room and was the only person in the hospital. She was abused, and insulted, and left with improper intake and bled from internal injuries. My sister died a cruel death.

A death that I held off sharing for about 35 years. I was a victim of medical indifferences and mistakes. Ironically, I escaped my fate. Only for doctors to repeat the very same scenario on me after I got thirteen years of perfect life and a blessings from God.

To abuse and neglect someone who has seen as much as I did in abuses. Held on in tenacity to defy it. And record ever aspect of it journalistically as an artist, I took detailed notes in a three sixty perspective on who and what is responsible. Doctors who can't cope or who are alcoholic mentally unstable or hiding it should not be able to go near people. Enablers. Doctors and police have a code of silence. They protect doctors who make mistakes.

The whole system is enabled to make horrific mistakes and abuse the patient for it. How can so many people die and no one learn from it? Because no one seems to think it's a crime. When the people start to make it a crime and teach it as a crime when doctor swallow their BMW and the prospect of how much money they make maybe. Or if they are taught to respect people.

I have been in horrific emergency rooms and I as a person who was challenged could not do my job in the manner these hospitals workers was allowed. Slobs call it. Sloppy dirty, corrupt and inhumane. They are enabled by the whole system. Leaving that woman to die scenario I could imagine it because I have been there and I am dying from it now.

My doctor was in Soho, Manhattan with a big impressive office with all the decorative and other trappings and a Spa to boot. I was a by product of abuse, and also of a miracle. All he had to do to prevent me from repeating a scenario that took 15 years from me was to ADD Water. He refused. My life now from a charmed and blessed girl who got to live the life others only dreamed of from being left to live the most inhumane life of all is a living hell. I held on and the movie camera in my head my eyes and the eyes of God took notes up to the day my soul and mind body spirit literally disintegrated from the torture of being left neglected.

Worst of all was the fact that had been this road took notes on what led me there and I took preventative steps aggressive as Michael Moore to see me not suffer or be led back to die. They could care less. Big drug companies and drugs of all kinds have been pushed in the media as means to convince doctors to abandon common sense and to push drugs and mental illness as an alternative to being there as a doctor. The apple store in Soho just boasted an event of doctors who were using their Macs to improve quality of life.

I doubt it. Unless it was selectively for exclusive patients. MY doctor had a computer and all else he needed and my life depended on nothing more than to be removed as would a fish from fish tank, and given a place out of cannibalization and other to heal before the worst case set up. I became a very sad example of medical abuses at age 18. I lost 15 years of life and refused to die. I had a hero type personality. I wanted to be that one to make the difference to tell the truth.

I as an art student had to endure stress and as I got over my medical abuses, being a doctor seemed to be cake compared to what they abused me with and what I endured and still did not abuse people. There are doctors in the system that should not be there. Probably fifty percent of them. I worked painting a house for a doctor in Soho who was so much more concerned about his walls than people's lives. Both him and his wife were dysfunctional and really should not been doctors at all. I would not trust my life to people who have cold hearts, hands and the inability to cope with small situations and then lie cover it out of embarrassment rather than examine who or what they did. They put on an arrogance attitude that they went to school and it's all good. That's madness. At same time they put demands more rigorous on a painter to paint walls.

When someone starts charging them with manslaughter, pacticing while mentally ill or start to let less and less people graduate or be accepted to medical school maybe that will help. If there is some basis and more screening of dysfunctionality who should not be allowed to practice.

My life was a fairytale story of survival of the whole medical system. In the last six years they took a brilliant work of art and reversed it. There are jerks like my doctor and morons through the whole system. And none of them care beyond fearing they will be punished or damned not that they sinned. That is why. And they are allowed to keep making mistakes.

PS: My father was a jerk doctor. Margaret Deluccia.

Please visit my Myspace page which I will dedicate to this issue and to my medical murder at margaux07aofn@yahoo.

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