"serious issues about parents care in John Van..."

After a period in Peterborough Hospital during which my Father was treated extremely well and his health improved considerably. he was moved to the John Van Geest rehabilitation unit from which time he deteriorated rapidly until his subsequent death in the unit. I think I would not describe this unit as a rehabilitation unit but a transit unit to assess a patient and get them gone as quickly as possible either home into a care home, nursing home or if too ill to transfer dead. Right from my parents entry into the hospital care system his family not informed wrong with him or the nature of the care treatment given to him until he died. No Doctor ever spoke to the family and despite many requests from the myself his eldest child as to what was wrong with him or happening to him and could a extremely concerned family speak to the Doctor I was continually fobbed off by Nursing staff even during the last few days of my fathers life. Right from the beginning of his stay at the John Van Geest we were appalled at things that were taking place on the 2nd day the family observed a cut on my Fathers face and asked him how that had happened it appears the nurse decided to wet shave him despite my Fathers protests and that his electric razor was on the bedside table ( Father never wet shaved he had sensitive skin and it made him sore) during the process she cut him with the razor and when my Father yelped and said you have hurt me she swore at him threw the razor at him and stormed off. I was appalled but my Mother begged me not to complain at the time because she was frightened that Dad would be more ill treated if I complained.At that time father was well enough to sit in a chair hold a conversation and socialise instead he was left for hours on end sat in a chair in a dull back room at the end of a corridor on his own I tried to reason with the staff that this was not good for a person who had all his faculties and would it not be better for his well being that he joined the others in the common sitting area nothing changed. Visit by visit his wellbeing and health rapidly deteriorated I kept asking to speak to the doctor I kept visiting and witnessing him getting more and more ill I kept wanting to know what was actually wrong with him.Then nutrition, fluid& medicines were withdrawn with no consultation with the family at all my children visited and were instructed under no circumstances were they to give him a drink even though he begged them for one. days on end we watched him writhe and groan in pain look at us with pleading eyes mine wanting a drink eyes sheer terror I saw in his eyes as held his hand and tried to soothe him it was immensely distressing. He was found by us lying in cold wet sheets wide open windows and cold air blowing in requests for a bed change not well received. next day death rattle writhing in agony twitching moaning. Agonising and distressing to see. A nurse said to me Hes stubborn to stongwilled to die.