I saw him on Tuesday. He had 3 fellow inmates helping him get situated , plugged in his concentrater , wheeled him to the window , put in his code. It did my heart good to see these young men that get judged harshly for troubles with the law helping my sick father so much more than the professionals in charge of is care. They are all right in my book.
First thing my father asked me was “who is dead ?” I told him everyone was fine. He then told me the nurses made him go without his oxygen to get a breathing treatment. Daddy said it took about 5 minutes each way and he gets one twice a day. He seemed just amazed that he was being treated this way. He is charged with crimes some people that were very angry accused him of , awaiting trail. Innocent until proven guilty? Guess not.
When I got home I called the nurse manager, , we have spoken before. I asked why he didn’t get to have his oxygen on the way to his breathing treatment. Her story was “it only takes a minute and a half to get down there , there no where to plug it in and it won’t hurt anything.” My father had an order from the doctor at the facility he was at for oxygen 24 hours a day so the actions of the nurses not only went against doctors orders it caused a man who was compromised to begin with much discomfort and distress. My first suggestion to her was to hold her breath for a minute and a half times 2 , for one round trip then multiply that by 100 and she may see what my father feels like. She said she would send him with an oxygen bottle from now on , I said thank you.
A couple of days later I got a letter from his cellmate. Told me daddy was afraid I was dead or that my sister waI. He had a feeling someone was dead. He was even more confuse than before and he looked afraid. The cellmate said in his letter for me to please come up there that my daddy was different. Of course i did.
When i got to the jail that Friday my daddy had been moved to the infirmary , this happened after I called the nurse manager yet again this time because of the letter from his cellmate. Daddy told me with a laughter of disbelief that he didn’t think he would make it out alive. That was the last time I saw my dad. Sunday morning a Chaplin with the sheriff’s department came to my door. He said he had been at CCC where David Lytle was. I said oh did you talk to him ? No , he told me , he had not spoken to him. Then he told My my father had passed away due to complications from his COPD. These complications were because the nurses and guards didn’t think his oxygen was to awful important.
The news story covering my father’s death of course had to throw in the charges. He had not even had the opportunity to face his accusers. The 6 charges that were dropped were not mentioned , how convinent for CCC. They said it was natural causes.
I will not be quiet about the obvious disregard of a inmates. They just don’t care and now my father is dead.