For eight months, I watched an 84-year-old woman become “too sleepy” and confused while her son controlled her medications. I was afraid to speak up because I could lose my license. After she died, the county found a dangerous drug in her blood—and my nursing notes became the evidence that finally exposed the truth.
I’m the home nurse who said nothing. For eight months, I cared for Mrs. Ostrander, 84, in her own house. Sharp as a tack when I started. Her son ran …
For eight months, I watched an 84-year-old woman become “too sleepy” and confused while her son controlled her medications. I was afraid to speak up because I could lose my license. After she died, the county found a dangerous drug in her blood—and my nursing notes became the evidence that finally exposed the truth. Read More