Funeral/Legal Fees for Big Mike
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My name is Samantha Hildreth My beloved Daddy passed away in the care of Memorial Hospital in Tampa, FL. I want everyone to know his story so that no other family has to go through this...MAL PRACTICE IS OUT THERE!!
I am trying to raise money to help my mom with funeral and legal expenses. My mom is very sick and my dad was not only the source of income, he was her soul mate. A love so strong that has been broken due to mal practice. Even if you can't donate please just read what happend to my father and share it.
Written by my mother Bridget Hildreth
Yesterday, Oct. 15, 2014, my life ended. My sweet husband, Michael, died at Memorial Hospital in Tampa. He had a surgical procedure for Gastric Sleeve on Thur.10/9/14, and was kept on the operating table for EIGHT HOURS. After he awakened in 'post op' he complained that he could not feel his left leg, and had lost sensation in his right hand. He was examined by many doctors of various disciplines, but no clear determination was made as to why.
The days passed and I was by his hospital bedside, giving him fluids, talking about how he was feeling, holding his hands and kissing his lips for what would be the last time. He seemed to be doing better with his incisions, but his left leg never awakened, and he was unable to get out of bed. Physical therapists were only able to get him to stand 20 seconds on ONE occasion, and the day prior to his death, he was forced to sit up ONCE until his heart rate reached alarming levels, and his attending nurse had to stop the session.
I WAS ASKED TO LEAVE MY HUSBAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM TO ALLOW BIG MIKE TO BE PUSHED HARDER AND TO BE INDEPENDENT FROM MY WATCHFUL EYE.
Michael was bloated with gas all through his belly, and was not able to release his visibly distended midsection. I was asked to leave again (go to the cafeteria) while some suppository was given. The surgeon was concerned that there may be a blockage, but said this was the first step. I returned to his hospital room to find him lying on his side with feces dripping from him; unattended, in pain, and humiliated. Upon noticing my presence (I was preparing for cleaning up my incapacitated husband's behind) a nurse came in and started the task.
Michael felt relief, and from all accounts and encouragements by staff, he needed rest, I needed rest, and I should go home and get things ready for my husband's soon return. I did.
I WENT HOME AND PITIFULLY MOVED FURNITURE WITH MY TUMOR GNARLED HANDS AND TOOK THE PAIN HAPPILY AS I PREPARED FOR MY MICHAEL'S RETURN (since I had not slept or showered in days) I CALLED AND SPOKE TO MY HUSBAND'S NURSE WHO TOLD ME THAT HE NEEDED SLEEP AND SO DID I, SO I SHOULD COME BACK THE FOLLOWING DAY. R E F R E S H E D.
THE FOLLOWING DAY, PRIOR TO MY ARRIVAL, THE BLOATING HAD RETURNED, AND SOME RECTAL MANUEVER WAS ATTEMPTED ON HIM. MICHAEL BECAME VERY ANXIOUS (THE NURSE TOLD ME AFTER THE FACT) AND HAD HYPERVENTILATED UNTIL PASSING OUT. I FOUND OUT ALL OF THIS BY ME CALLING THE ICU NURSE'S STATION, AND I WAS TOLD TO COME TO THE HOSPITAL DUE TO COMPLICATIONS.
WHEN I RAN IN TO THE ICU, THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT TO RESTRAIN ME. BEFORE MY EYES, A TEAM OF CPR PROVIDERS AND NURSES WITH DOCTORS WERE COMPRESSING MY BEAUTIFUL MICHAEL'S CHEST AND SQUEEZING A BAG TO HIS MOUTH.. I HELD ON TO MY PRECIOUS MAN'S LEGS AS HIS GIANT BODY SANK AND SHIFTED BENEATH THE VIOLENT AND VALIANT BLOWS.ELECTRICITY WAS SHOT THROUGH MICHAEL AND THAT WAS THE ONLY TIME I RELEASED HIM. I COULD NOT BEAR TO RELEASE MY TOUCH, BUT WAS AWARE TO DO SO AS THE SHOCKS WERE GIVEN.
THEY TRIED TO HOLD ME IN A WHEELCHAIR, AND I RIPPED THE ARMS OFF AND FLUNG THEM AWAY WITH SOME PRIMAL STRENGTH BORN FROM THE DEEPEST CORE OF PURE LOVE FOR MY HUSBAND. THEN IT WAS OVER.
THROUGH TEAR SOAKED EYES, I STARED AT THE FACE OF THE MAN I HAVE LOVED FOR NEARLY 20 YEARS, AND FOR THE FIRST TIME, HIS SOFT BROWN EYES WERE NOT GAZING BACK AT ME WITH THE LOVE THAT ONLY BIG MIKE POSSESSED FOR ME, HIS PRINCESS.
I LIED IN THE BED NEXT TO MY LOVE, TRYING TO KEEP HIS EVER CHILLING BODY WARM WITH MY OWN. I WRAPPED MY LEGS AROUND HIS LIFELESS ARM AND CRADLED HIS HEAD AND SHOULDERS WITH MY ARMS. AN ODD COLOR, PURPLISH-YELLOW WASHED OVER HIS FACE AND I KISSED HIS SOFT LIPS OVER AND OVER, MANEUVERING AROUND THE BREATHING TUBE THAT HAD BEEN INSERTED DEEP INSIDE MY ANGEL.I KISSED HIS FOREHEAD, HIS NOSE, HIS LIPS...OVER AND OVER...MY TEARS ADDING TO HIS OWN THAT HAD WELLED IN THE CORNERS OF HIS NOW FOREVER CLOSED EYES. I CRIED FROM THE GUT, I CRIED FOR HIM, ME, OUR CHILDREN AND FAMILY AND EVERYONE BIG MIKE HAD TOUCHED IN LIFE.
I PRAYED FOR MY HEART TO STOP SO THAT I COULD GO WITH HIM. NOW, ONE DAY FROM THE DEATH OF MY MICHAEL, AND MY OWN SOUL, THE PAIN OF THE DISEASE THAT RAVAGES MY BODY IS THE ONLY REMINDER THAT I AM STILL FLESH AND BONE.
I WILL DO WHAT I MUST TO TAKE CARE OF ALL THAT MY MICHAEL LOVED. I WILL STAY STRONG FOR SAMANTHA AND APRIL AND ENSURE THAT HIS GRANDCHILDREN (THE NEWEST OF WHOM WAS BORN THE DAY AFTER MY MICHAEL'S SURGERY) KNOW WHAT A KIND AND BEAUTIFUL MAN BIG MIKE WAS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE IN THE HEARTS OF EVERYONE WHO EVER KNEW HIM.
WHEN THE LIFEFORCE EXITED MY MICHAEL'S PHYSICAL BODY, THE BELOVED AND CHERISHED WIFE OF THE ONLY MAN SHE EVER LOVED DIED WITH HIM. I NOW ONLY EXIST TO ENSURE THAT MICHAEL HILDRETH'S DEATH WAS NOT IN VAIN.
WHEN I MARRIED MICHAEL, I BECAME A WIFE AND MOTHER OF TWO BEAUTIFUL GIRLS. THEY ARE NOW WOMEN, AND I AM PROUD TO HAVE RAISED THEM WITH MY MICHAEL.OUR GRANCHILDREN HAVE WONDERFUL PARENTS, OUR EXTENDED FAMILY, AND OUR LITTLE DOG, HONEYUN, MICHAEL'S DEAF CAT MAX ALL DESERVE TO HAVE ALL I CAN AMASS FROM THE HORROR OF A TRULY GOOD, PURE, MAN'S WRONGFUL DEATH.
To Michael, my sweet prince, please wait for me as you promised. Once my new purpose is fulfilled, we will be together again. Come to me in my dreams, lay with me every night, and surround me with the essence of your sweet soul until that day we can be together again. I love you now and forever as you love me.
I am trying to raise money to help my mom with funeral and legal expenses. My mom is very sick and my dad was not only the source of income, he was her soul mate. A love so strong that has been broken due to mal practice. Even if you can't donate please just read what happend to my father and share it.
Written by my mother Bridget Hildreth
Yesterday, Oct. 15, 2014, my life ended. My sweet husband, Michael, died at Memorial Hospital in Tampa. He had a surgical procedure for Gastric Sleeve on Thur.10/9/14, and was kept on the operating table for EIGHT HOURS. After he awakened in 'post op' he complained that he could not feel his left leg, and had lost sensation in his right hand. He was examined by many doctors of various disciplines, but no clear determination was made as to why.
The days passed and I was by his hospital bedside, giving him fluids, talking about how he was feeling, holding his hands and kissing his lips for what would be the last time. He seemed to be doing better with his incisions, but his left leg never awakened, and he was unable to get out of bed. Physical therapists were only able to get him to stand 20 seconds on ONE occasion, and the day prior to his death, he was forced to sit up ONCE until his heart rate reached alarming levels, and his attending nurse had to stop the session.
I WAS ASKED TO LEAVE MY HUSBAND'S HOSPITAL ROOM TO ALLOW BIG MIKE TO BE PUSHED HARDER AND TO BE INDEPENDENT FROM MY WATCHFUL EYE.
Michael was bloated with gas all through his belly, and was not able to release his visibly distended midsection. I was asked to leave again (go to the cafeteria) while some suppository was given. The surgeon was concerned that there may be a blockage, but said this was the first step. I returned to his hospital room to find him lying on his side with feces dripping from him; unattended, in pain, and humiliated. Upon noticing my presence (I was preparing for cleaning up my incapacitated husband's behind) a nurse came in and started the task.
Michael felt relief, and from all accounts and encouragements by staff, he needed rest, I needed rest, and I should go home and get things ready for my husband's soon return. I did.
I WENT HOME AND PITIFULLY MOVED FURNITURE WITH MY TUMOR GNARLED HANDS AND TOOK THE PAIN HAPPILY AS I PREPARED FOR MY MICHAEL'S RETURN (since I had not slept or showered in days) I CALLED AND SPOKE TO MY HUSBAND'S NURSE WHO TOLD ME THAT HE NEEDED SLEEP AND SO DID I, SO I SHOULD COME BACK THE FOLLOWING DAY. R E F R E S H E D.
THE FOLLOWING DAY, PRIOR TO MY ARRIVAL, THE BLOATING HAD RETURNED, AND SOME RECTAL MANUEVER WAS ATTEMPTED ON HIM. MICHAEL BECAME VERY ANXIOUS (THE NURSE TOLD ME AFTER THE FACT) AND HAD HYPERVENTILATED UNTIL PASSING OUT. I FOUND OUT ALL OF THIS BY ME CALLING THE ICU NURSE'S STATION, AND I WAS TOLD TO COME TO THE HOSPITAL DUE TO COMPLICATIONS.
WHEN I RAN IN TO THE ICU, THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT TO RESTRAIN ME. BEFORE MY EYES, A TEAM OF CPR PROVIDERS AND NURSES WITH DOCTORS WERE COMPRESSING MY BEAUTIFUL MICHAEL'S CHEST AND SQUEEZING A BAG TO HIS MOUTH.. I HELD ON TO MY PRECIOUS MAN'S LEGS AS HIS GIANT BODY SANK AND SHIFTED BENEATH THE VIOLENT AND VALIANT BLOWS.ELECTRICITY WAS SHOT THROUGH MICHAEL AND THAT WAS THE ONLY TIME I RELEASED HIM. I COULD NOT BEAR TO RELEASE MY TOUCH, BUT WAS AWARE TO DO SO AS THE SHOCKS WERE GIVEN.
THEY TRIED TO HOLD ME IN A WHEELCHAIR, AND I RIPPED THE ARMS OFF AND FLUNG THEM AWAY WITH SOME PRIMAL STRENGTH BORN FROM THE DEEPEST CORE OF PURE LOVE FOR MY HUSBAND. THEN IT WAS OVER.
THROUGH TEAR SOAKED EYES, I STARED AT THE FACE OF THE MAN I HAVE LOVED FOR NEARLY 20 YEARS, AND FOR THE FIRST TIME, HIS SOFT BROWN EYES WERE NOT GAZING BACK AT ME WITH THE LOVE THAT ONLY BIG MIKE POSSESSED FOR ME, HIS PRINCESS.
I LIED IN THE BED NEXT TO MY LOVE, TRYING TO KEEP HIS EVER CHILLING BODY WARM WITH MY OWN. I WRAPPED MY LEGS AROUND HIS LIFELESS ARM AND CRADLED HIS HEAD AND SHOULDERS WITH MY ARMS. AN ODD COLOR, PURPLISH-YELLOW WASHED OVER HIS FACE AND I KISSED HIS SOFT LIPS OVER AND OVER, MANEUVERING AROUND THE BREATHING TUBE THAT HAD BEEN INSERTED DEEP INSIDE MY ANGEL.I KISSED HIS FOREHEAD, HIS NOSE, HIS LIPS...OVER AND OVER...MY TEARS ADDING TO HIS OWN THAT HAD WELLED IN THE CORNERS OF HIS NOW FOREVER CLOSED EYES. I CRIED FROM THE GUT, I CRIED FOR HIM, ME, OUR CHILDREN AND FAMILY AND EVERYONE BIG MIKE HAD TOUCHED IN LIFE.
I PRAYED FOR MY HEART TO STOP SO THAT I COULD GO WITH HIM. NOW, ONE DAY FROM THE DEATH OF MY MICHAEL, AND MY OWN SOUL, THE PAIN OF THE DISEASE THAT RAVAGES MY BODY IS THE ONLY REMINDER THAT I AM STILL FLESH AND BONE.
I WILL DO WHAT I MUST TO TAKE CARE OF ALL THAT MY MICHAEL LOVED. I WILL STAY STRONG FOR SAMANTHA AND APRIL AND ENSURE THAT HIS GRANDCHILDREN (THE NEWEST OF WHOM WAS BORN THE DAY AFTER MY MICHAEL'S SURGERY) KNOW WHAT A KIND AND BEAUTIFUL MAN BIG MIKE WAS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE IN THE HEARTS OF EVERYONE WHO EVER KNEW HIM.
WHEN THE LIFEFORCE EXITED MY MICHAEL'S PHYSICAL BODY, THE BELOVED AND CHERISHED WIFE OF THE ONLY MAN SHE EVER LOVED DIED WITH HIM. I NOW ONLY EXIST TO ENSURE THAT MICHAEL HILDRETH'S DEATH WAS NOT IN VAIN.
WHEN I MARRIED MICHAEL, I BECAME A WIFE AND MOTHER OF TWO BEAUTIFUL GIRLS. THEY ARE NOW WOMEN, AND I AM PROUD TO HAVE RAISED THEM WITH MY MICHAEL.OUR GRANCHILDREN HAVE WONDERFUL PARENTS, OUR EXTENDED FAMILY, AND OUR LITTLE DOG, HONEYUN, MICHAEL'S DEAF CAT MAX ALL DESERVE TO HAVE ALL I CAN AMASS FROM THE HORROR OF A TRULY GOOD, PURE, MAN'S WRONGFUL DEATH.
To Michael, my sweet prince, please wait for me as you promised. Once my new purpose is fulfilled, we will be together again. Come to me in my dreams, lay with me every night, and surround me with the essence of your sweet soul until that day we can be together again. I love you now and forever as you love me.
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Samantha Michelle Hildreth
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Plant City, FL