These words are those used in my YouTube video, with the same Header title.
A libellous statement is one where a person knowingly writes or publishes anything which is defamatory of another person or organisation. The ONLY defence against an action for Libel is for the publisher to state and show that every word written or spoken is true.
This is not a story; the events spoken and written really happened: to my wife Jacqueline, to me, her husband: but it has also happened to many within the orbit of the Durham City University Hospital. The hospital claimed to have altered its practices in line with a Court of Appeal decision regarding Resuscitation arrangements back in 2014: but, as I believe I have proven; ‘once a liar; always a liar’
Jacqueline, my wife of some fifty-three years marriage, was admitted to the Orthopaedic Ward of the University Hospital of North Durham on Friday, May 7th, 2021 for an operation to repair a fractured hip. I was warned that there were risks in the operation, because of my wife’s frailty with specific mention of the anaesthesia; and worries that she might not survive the shock of that anaesthetic, and I freely accepted that, although there were risks, those risks were fully justified. I was not warned by that young female doctor, standing by my wife’s transfer trolley, that there would be a second set of medical professionals studying my wife’s very life signs, to decide, by their standards, their statistical surveys and charts: if she lived, or died.
I waited until the Saturday afternoon when a call came, telling me that Jacqueline had been through the operation, which was successful, had recovered consciousness, and after having a drink of tea, was resting comfortably. My worries relieved, I relaxed: but later in the evening, received another call from the hospital, telling me bluntly that my wife, my beloved Jacqueline; had died after a heart attack. Never having lost a family member before, I was grief-stricken. I cannot speak of those days without reliving the loss of my wife. But I survived; I survived by remorselessly following and completing the list of things to do when telling the world of officialdom of a death. But overhanging all of my digital tasks was the memory of my wife, about nine months previously, having her heart checked out with an ultrasonic device in hospital, and the technician stating that my wife’s heart was as strong as an ox. I could not shake that worry away, as I slowly rebuilt my life, now alone. I was aided by my family, my three adult kids, along with my brother and his wife. They gave me sterling support, but I could not brush away that feeling that something was missing.
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