I apologize in advance for the length of this story.  It is a highly condensed account of how a lovely Brazilian lady, Abigair Gomes deOliveira, was brought to Tulsa, Oklahoma and the terrible things that have happened to her since.  We met under rather unusual conditions 2 years after she was widowed.  During the next 12 years, she lived part time in my home and part time in Brazil, often returning just before the expiration of her Green Card.  She was then medically destroyed in a Tulsa hospital and much of the story will detail the "worse than 3rd world" care she has received in 3 nursing homes in recent years and the sadistic legal abuse I have suffered since becoming her legal guardian.

Readers of this sad story will be unable to understand or believe the actions of the Oklahoma State's Department of Health (D.O.H.) or Department of Human  Services (D.H.S.) unless they know that Oklahoma is one of the poorest, backward and primitive of the 50 states.  State government is corrupt at all levels.  Federal agents have had to help clean out the "good old boy groups" on several occasions when they were unable to do it themselves.  Frosty Troy, publisher of The Oklahoma Observer, stated on the front page of the June 25, 1994 issue "Oklahoma State Health Department - The Most Corrupt Agency"!  He also told me in a private discussion on January 21, 1997  "They (the Oklahoma Nursing Home Association lobbying group) would make the Mafia look like a group of choir boys".  The state's education system has been the politician's whipping boy for generations with the result that Governor Keating stated on October 13, 1998  "One in 5 of our residents can not read beyond the 5th grade"!   Other reports place the number closer to 40%.   An unfortunate large percentage of these people live in filth and squalor.  Schools have been closed because of outbreaks of head lice and hepatitis.  The media is of little help in reducing the incidence of hepatitis because they say the main cause is "feces" instead of the 4 letter word the people could understand. The experiences I have endured with 3 nursing homes in the Tulsa area indicate they hire the poorest educated among the functionally illiterate and pay them the lowest wage the law permits. Their vocabulary seems to be limited to words associated with sex, incest, booze and drugs.  Various study groups rate the state's highway system and quality of life in it's main cities very low on a national scale.  However, they also rate Oklahoma at the top in teen age pregnancies, suicides, divorce and incidents of road rage.  The area around Tulsa is near the top in the nation in meth amphetamine lab seizures.  The state ranks high in the nation in cases of child abuse and deaths from it as well as cases of abuse of women and also their deaths. Various commentators attribute this negative publicity to poverty, ignorance and illiteracy.  These sorry human features also rear their ugly heads frequently in this sad story of "Abby".  At the time this is being written (1/99), the petroleum business is having a rough time financially.  There are many people being laid off in Oklahoma and the taxes the state collects from oil and gas production is declining daily.   This will naturally lower the amount spent on education.  The  poorly educated and apathetic electorate guarantee continued corruption of the type that has so adversely affected this state for many many years.  Political and business leaders keep the peons hypnotized with tales of how they are going to "Lure the semiconductor business here with all those high paying jobs".  Not before the year 3000 at the present rate of improvement!

The above line was set in large type and covered the entire width of the front page of the Tulsa World on May 3, 2000!!  That story was extensively covered on radio and TV and is still front page headline news a month later.  Health Commissioner Jerry R. Nida was on medical leave when the interim acting commissioner Brent E. VanMeter was arrested and jailed in Oklahoma City about 9:30 pm. the previous evening and charged with corruption - soliciting and accepting bribes.  The probe is being conducted by federal and state officials and the Oklahoma Attorney General Drew Edmondson indicated more arrests are likely.  This action has apparently given new hope to people who believed nothing could be accomplished by complaining and suddenly that agency has nearly 500 new complaints against nursing homes!  They are currently attempting to find enough "inspectors" to handle the volume.

Some of the Oklahoma legislators have renewed hopes of passing legislation privatizing the inspection of  nursing homes and ending a system where the "surprise" inspections were generally "anticipated".  I have personally witnessed years of this rot.  The "good old boy" system has dashed hopes of any meaningful changes this year and the highly financed nursing home lobby will be very active next year.

As you will learn near the end of this story, nothing can help "Abby" or me but I am pleased to note even the possibility of change.  In the second paragraph of the Introduction above, I mention the front page story by Frosty Troy, the editor and publisher of the Oklahoma Observer, in which he refers to this agency as the most corrupt in the state.  He certainly has been vindicated!

GOOD NEWS!  There has been a continuing investigation of the corrupt Oklahoma Department of Health.  The Saturday (7/29/01)  issue of the Tulsa World had a large front page headline stating "Grand Jury Indictments Unsealed - Seven Indicted". Among the names mentioned was Dr. Jerry R. Nida, the former commissioner, who was on "medical leave" when the scandal erupted with the arrest of Brent E. VanMeter, the then acting commissioner.

It may or not be coincidence but a lady died in an Oklahoma City nursing home from a very large and deep bed sore.  Her grandson from California has moved to Oklahoma City and filed a lawsuit against that home.  He is also setting up a state wide volunteer organization to put a stop to unnecessary suffering and deaths in these nursing homes.  They will be working with the Attorney General and the various District Attorneys to investigate this type of death routinely and if a pattern of neglect and   abuse exists, file manslaughter II charges as appropriate.  Hopefully, some of the people "ABBY" and I have encountered might then view the world through steel bars.

Abigair Gomes deOliveira was born August 26, 1934 in Porto Feliz, Brazil.  I believe she was the youngest of 8 children with 4 sisters and 3 brothers.  I was born April 19, 1928 near Iowa City, Iowa and a sister was born 18 months later.  Both of our families were very poor and our lives started on farms.  Her father passed away when she was 11 and she was only able to go to grade school for a few years before going to work to earn money for the family.  She has told me about her experiences picking cotton and chopping sugar cane.  The family eventually moved to Sao Paulo, Brazil and "Abby" worked in many different places including a chocolate candy factory.  She worked for years cleaning houses and the owner of one was a physician who put her through nurses training.

I took no interest in farming, much to the disappointment of my father, but had an intense interest in electricity and radio.  I built my first one tube short wave radio at age 11 and worked part time in a radio shop during high school.  I also bought an old Harley-Davidson motorcycle, the first of over a dozen, during my last year in school and graduated at age 16.  At age 17, I worked for the State University of Iowa Physics Dept. on a military project until the end of WW2.  I mixed radio & TV service work for a few years and in 1948 returned to the S.U.I. Physics Department doing nuclear instrumentation work for particle accelerators.  Meanwhile, two graduates from that department were working for a company in Tulsa, Oklahoma involved in developing a nuclear instrument for the oil industry.  This project involved the use of a particle accelerator and in early 1953, I moved to Tulsa to work on that project.  I was married in June of 1961 and later that year  was asked by Dr. Jim Jacobs to move to Virginia and head the electronic shop in the Virginia Polytechnic Institute's Physics Department.  I had previously worked for several years with him at S.U.I..

I am not certain when "Abby" finished her nurse's training but have seen her graduation ring and picture.  Sometime in early 1970, Mr. Ashford B. Hill  was suffering from a recurring nose bleeding and went to a hospital in Sao Paulo, Brazil for treatment.  Mr. Hill was from Tulsa, Oklahoma and had worked for years in many South American countries as a welder and welding instructor on pipeline projects. Despite the fact that neither spoke a single word of the other's language and could only communicate through an interpreter, Mr. Hill was very impressed with the care he received from "Abby" during several visits to the hospital and asked her if she would like to come to the U.S.A.. She asked what U.S.A. was!  Mr. Hill was 63, had been a widower for several years, she was 35 and had never married and rarely dated.  She had worked all her life and was totally devoted to caring for her elderly mother.  They went to ask her mother's permission to go to the U.S.A. which was reluctantly given but a problem soon appeared.  Mr. Hill's son was living "an alternate life style" in Tulsa and refused to send his mother's Death Certificate and they could not be married in Brazil.    Her family finally agreed they could leave together and be married later in the U.S.A..  Records show she got her first passport in Sao Paulo 12/22/70 and left with Mr. Hill on 1/13/71.  They arrived the next day in Lima, Peru and then moved to Quito, Ecuador on 7/16/71.  Mr. Hill worked on pipeline projects in both countries for the Williams Bros. Company, with home offices in Tulsa, Oklahoma. While living in Quito, he put "Abby" through a Spanish language school.  While in Quito, he developed an illness which the local doctors were unable to diagnose.  Records show they entered the U.S. through Miami  on 11/01/71 and immediately returned to Tulsa for treatment.  Shortly afterward, she obtained "Green Card" #A31 321 298.

I left the VPI Physics Department on 1/1/1965 and headed west, not certain where we might stop.  I was determined to learn more about solid state and specifically how transistors and integrated circuits were manufactured.  We located in Mesa, Arizona and I worked in several different departments of Motorola's Semiconductor and Government Electronics Divisions.  On 7/1/1970, we returned to Iowa City, IA. because of illness and a death in my family.  I resigned from Motorola and stayed several months in Iowa and then returned to Tulsa, OK. in 1971 because of my wife's mother's illness.  We purchased a home in Tulsa on 6/8/1973 and I have continued to live at the same address since.

"Abby" found her new home in the U.S. to be a beautiful and spacious mobile home in a very nice park.  Incidentally, their home was located less than 1 1/2 miles from mine!  Mr. Hill had exploratory surgery very shortly after they came to Tulsa and it turned out to be a malignant condition.  This was a very difficult time for her.  She was unable to communicate with others, did not drive, so she spent most of the time near Mr. Hill in the hospital.  On one occasion, she was with him  for 44 days. After he was released from the hospital, he purchased a new Lincoln Continental and they took a lengthy trip around Mexico and were married while there.  His condition worsened and they converted the living room to his care center with "Abby" his full time private nurse.  The malignancy soon spread to his brain and the doctors recommended surgery.  He was agreeable but "Abby" strongly disagreed since she had seen numerous cases with unfavorable results.  The surgery was performed and it left him in a sad condition and she has not trusted any doctor since.  A tornado passed through this part of Tulsa on the evening of June 8, 1974 doing major damage to their home.  I have seen the pile of receipts for the subsequent repair work. Even though Mr. Hill was 6 feet in height and weighed about 190 lbs., she continued to care for and lift him about by herself until he passed away on June 9, 1975.  "Abby" suffered some sort of a breakdown and a niece came from Sao Paulo to be with her for several months. She made friends with several Spanish American and Brazilians, apparently through the Catholic Church.  Another severe storm hit this part of Tulsa during the night of May 29, 1976, dumping 13 inches of rain as it passed.  This time the mobile home park was flooded and totally destroyed, never to be rebuilt.  She barely escaped with her life but lost all of her possessions.  She went to live with Pete, Sol Borjas and their 2 little girls.  Pete was Mexican American, his wife was from Columbia and they all spoke Spanish.

I was divorced in April of 1977 and as a result of the legal fees and property settlement, I found it necessary to sell my small business and seek full time employment.  I went to work for a company doing electronic maintenance in the American Airline repair center and soon discovered an old friend was also working there.  He eventually told me one of his co-workers, Pete Borjas, had a Brazilian widow living with his family and she was looking for a way to stay in the U.S. until she could collect her widow's pension.  The widow turned out to be Abigair G. ("Abby") Hill and eventually I was introduced to her in the home of Pete and Sol Borjas.  Her heavy Brazilian accent made it difficult to communicate at first.  However, since I spoke a little Spanish  and she spoke it very fluently, we were able to get by.  As an amateur radio operator, I had been in contact with many Brazilians over the years and had intended to visit that part of the world after retirement.  We never formally dated but spent hundreds of hours together learning about each other's country.  After a few months, Pete Borjas asked me if I would allow "Abby" to live in my home for the few years necessary for her to collect her widow's pension. He indicated their two daughters were getting older and they would soon need another bedroom.  I brought her to my home and let her look around.  She had never seen a home quite like mine with the amateur radio station, electronic lab and motorcycle.  She seemed intrigued with what she saw.  We sat at the dining table and at one point I told her "If you come to live here, do not expect it to be a big romantic hooptydoo". She replied "Oh, Luis - I am so glad you speak like this because I wanted to say it would not be a big romantic hoopydo"!  That frank and simple understanding formed the basis for a decent friendship that was to last for several years.  We both knew it would eventually end when she returned to Brazil to help care for her aging mother but thought we would be able to visit each other's country  every year or two.

Later, in the fall of 1977, "Abby" moved her few personal possessions into my home.  She had only a modest amount of clothing and a 25" Motorola color TV which had been badly damaged in the flood and was not working.  Working together, we restored the TV and sold it. She later sent the money to Brazil for her mother's medicine. I soon learned how devoted she was to her mother.  I helped her withdraw $1000 from her savings and transfer it to Brazil so the family with whom her mother was living could buy a telephone so they could talk to each other.  I also helped her transfer the last $6000 from her savings so that family could save their home from foreclosure and make life better for her mother.  I soon learned that she went each month to decorate her husband's grave! When my family met "Abby", they just fell in love with her and expressed the hope we might marry.  We both explained how we had married late in life and intended to do so only once.  The first time she went back to Brazil, I told her how much I would like to go along.  She blurted out some Portuguese which I translated to mean "My family is crap"!  I later learned how her family had used her as a source of U.S. dollars for years and she was not very proud of them.  The years passed, I was working and  "Abby" desperately wanted to have some U.S. work experience.  I once helped her get a job with K Mart.  However, they did not take my advice about her abilities and limitations and with no training, put her on a check out stand.  She could not cope with checks and credit cards and only lasted 3 days.  I later helped her get a job with Valhoma Industries where she worked from 6/15/78 through 11/10/78 operating an industrial sewing machine.  In June of 1981, she started working where I was also employed in a small company manufacturing satellite receivers. The work involved sitting at a bench and soldering parts into circuit boards. An old back injury became aggravated to the point she could not walk. She told me when she saw her first snow here, she ran out of the mobile home and fell straight down on her tail bone and suffered a great deal of pain.  Her family doctor assured both she and Mr. Hill it would heal itself.  I took her to the old family doctor who treated her for a few months and finally sent her to an orthopedic surgeon.  After several months of treatment, he had a girdle like brace fabricated for her.  It was part metal and part rubberized fabric and had to be laced up very tightly. It was my task to lace her into this brace early in the morning before getting her to work at 6 am.. She liked the work and fellow employees very much and stayed for 2 1/2 years before returning to Brazil when her mother's illness became worse.  In 1983, I was invited to come to Sao Paulo to meet the family and spend the Christmas and New Year's holiday season.  I spent the holidays in Sao Paulo, Brazil and enjoyed several Brazilian traditions with "Abby" and her family.  I stayed in the home of Periera daSilva, a friend of the family and amateur radio operator PY2EQY.  I was able to use his equipment and run a telephone patch to my mother's home in Iowa City, Iowa on New Years Eve.  I returned to to Tulsa alone in time to be at work the following Monday morning.  "Abby" telephoned me on 2/15/84 to tell me her mother had been hospitalized and asked me to send $1000 as soon as possible which I did the following day.  As her passports show, she  traveled to Brazil on numerous occasions during these years.  Each time she returned, she was much thinner, looked pale and was obviously troubled by her mother's condition and family problems. I discovered that frequent trips to her favorite restaurants,  many visits with her good friends and a little time was all that was required to return her normal appearance and attitude.  I began to think she might have a serious problem if and when her mother passed away.

Every year I took a 2 week vacation to different part of the U.S..  She was interested in our western history and most of these trips were in that direction.  Her favorite actor was John Wayne and I was able to take her to the locations where many of his movies were made.  She did not know what Las Vegas was but her husband had promised to take her there.  He did not live to carry out his promise but I managed to take her there 3 times and show her most of it.  We visited nearly every major point of interest in New Mexico, Arizona, California and points in between.  Twice we concentrated on the area between San Diego and San Francisco, California.  We visited Marineland and Disneyland several times.  While in San Francisco, we visited the Fisherman's Wharf, rode the famous cable car system and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge so "Abby" could walk out into the Pacific Ocean!   I usually told her in advance where we would be going and what we would be seeing but the tour of the ship Queen Mary, visits to the Grand Canyon and a taping session of her favorite TV program, The Price is Right, were surprises.

I had decided to erect a tower in the back yard to support a large directional antenna so we could have more reliable ham radio contact with Brazil  and  she could visit with her mother through "phone patches".  I dug the large hole and together we mixed and poured the concrete for the base and erected a 36 foot free standing tower.  I also had several receivers I used to monitor short wave broadcasts from around the world.  In the evenings, we used to listen to broadcasts from Brasilia, the capitol of Brazil.  "Abby" expressed amazement on several occasions how much she learned from these broadcast about the history and geography of her country!  In July of 1981, I went to work for United Video, a microwave common carrier delivering video from large cites to cable TV companies in smaller cities.  They had operations in several states and I set up and operated the central service department in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, a suburb of Tulsa.  Our annual vacation trips continued and life was relatively normal.

"Abby" returned to Brazil before Christmas, 1987.  She knew her mother's health was declining.  We kept in frequent contact either by amateur radio phone patches or telephone.  During the summer of 1988, she asked me if I could come to Brazil later in the year.  I told her I would try but Guillermo Correa, a Mexican American mutual friend of ours, had been very ill and near death for several months.  I was with him in the hospital every night for several hours and still working full time.  Guillermo started to show some improvement and I made plans to take a month of accumulated vacation.  I had several visits with other amateur radio operators in Argentina and decided I would also visit Buenos Aires and obtained a visa from one of their consulates.  On August 3, 1988, I started driving to Miami, Florida and then flew to Sao Paulo and spent most of the month in that area.  On August 20th, I flew down to Buenos Aires to study the area with a view of possibly retiring there, returning to Sao Paulo early on the 25th.  I was able to get enough supplies to bake a checkerboard cake for a little birthday party for "Abby" on the 26th.  On the following day, we prepared to fly back to Miami.  It was very difficult to leave the apartment where a few of her family had gathered.  We all knew her mother had only months to live and there was only a small possibility I would see her again and some possibility "Abby" would not.  With some difficulty, her small and frail mother walked across the room and hugged me around the waist and repeated over and over in Portuguese "Please, Luis, take care of my little girl, "Abby"". I assured her I intended to do so.  On the way to the airport at Guarulhos, I became aware that the front of my shirt and trousers were stained with her tears!  We started driving north from Miami on Sunday morning, 8/28.  We spent a few days at Disney World in Orlando, Florida and Silver Dollar City in Missouri, finally arriving back in Tulsa on Sunday, 9/4.

Guillermo Correa had recovered from his near death illness to the point where he and his family had been moved into a small apartment building in downtown Tulsa owned by the Catholic Church.  They were to be moved into a small house in west Tulsa, also owned by the Catholic Church.  We were able to move them using my small car with many trips.  "Abby" started getting collect telephone calls from her family in Brazil indicating her mother's condition was deteriorating.  She called her family on 10/24 and was speechless for several minutes and then said "I better go to see Mommy fast".  I was able to arrange flights from here to Miami and then to Sao Paulo IF I could get her to the Tulsa airport within  30 minutes!  She packed 2 large suitcases and we got up to the gate just after they had closed it.  I explained this was part of an international flight that left Miami once a day. They then opened the gate, I rushed her out to the plane and 24 hours later she called from Sao Paulo.

"Abby" called me about every 10 days or so.  I do not know the exact date her mother passed away but believe it was in late November.  Dirce Sanders was another Brazilian widow living in Tulsa who had known "Abby" since she first came here.  I came to know her over the years and asked her to keep in touch by telephone with "Abby" and her family during this difficult time.  We learned that she had collapsed after her mother passed away and was being treated for depression.  She called me early one morning the first part of May, 1989 to tell me she had some problems, her passport had expired and she did not find out about it until her family had driven her to the airport.  It is about a 30 mile drive and they were very upset with her. Her passport was renewed and I was told she would arrive in Tulsa on June 8.  She had become separated from her luggage in Miami, missed her flight, was put up in a hotel by Varig Brazilian Airlines and finally arrived here the next day.  She looked  very pale and continually talked about how hatefully her family had been treating her.  I started my usual approach to the problem, taking her to visit all of her friends daily, eating out at her favorite places and driving somewhere she enjoyed each week end.  I noticed she scratched her chest, waist and arms very frequently.  I asked about this and learned she had a red rash on these areas.  We purchased a cream to treat it but to no avail.  Also, I discovered the same problem on my shoulders and back.  On 7/14, we both went to a clinic and the cause of the rash and itching was found to be scabies, a condition I had never heard of.  I was told it is caused by bites from a tiny skin mite and had apparently been inherited from her family in Brazil. A simple treatment cured the problem in 24 hours and she appeared to be settling down to normal.  "Abby" did not like to stay at home alone.  After she returned to Tulsa following the death of her mother, she always wanted to spend the days with one of her friends or be with me at my work in Broken Arrow.  August 23, 1989 was one of the days she was with me at work.  We frequently walked about 2 blocks to a place of business in the same industrial area with a soft drink machine to purchase a Coke or Pepsi.  About 3:30 I was on the telephone and she said she was going out for a drink   About 30 minutes later, I noticed she had not returned and I walked up to this place and could not find her or anyone who had seen her.  I then locked my office and started driving around looking for her.  Soon others were doing the same and within an hour, I telephoned the Broken Arrow Police Department and eventually filed a missing person report.  Next day I walked over the entire area showing the only picture I had of her to all.  I finally found a place where they had seen her but could not understand what she was saying.  I was finally put in touch with a person who said he called a person who could communicate with her and took her to my home.  I then called the Tulsa Police Department and filed a missing person report with them.  I spent the rest of the 24th and all of the 25th walking out an a large area around my home, showing the same picture to anyone I found at home but no success.  About 9:30 pm. on the 25th, I received a call from the police department in a city about 70 miles from my home.  She had been found walking down a country road and they found my address and telephone number in her purse.  I immediately drove to pick her up, returning to our home early the next morning.  She was somewhat excited and it was difficult to communicate.  The next day was her 55th birthday and I took her out to her favorite restaurant. Later we went shopping to buy some new clothes for her and she seemed to be settling down.  On Sunday the 27th, I called both police departments to cancel the missing person reports and a Tulsa officer came to my home to make a written report.  Ten days later, while at work, I received a call from the Tulsa Police Department asking if I had heard from "Abby" Hill!  Before I answered, I asked if they did not use the computers that the taxpayers had been forced to pay for.  He assured me they did and I told him he should be able to see where I had closed out the report and given a statement to an officer at my home 10 days before.
 

Our lives changed forever.

Friday, September 8, 1989 started out like any other day. We drove to my work in Broken Arrow and around noon, went out to eat.  We returned to my office at 1:00 and shortly thereafter "Abby" started breathing with great difficulty and was unable to speak.  After a minute or two, I called her Brazilian lady friend, Dirce Sanders, at her work.  She was also unable to communicate with "Abby" and said she felt the problem might be a heart attack.  The symptoms did not appear to be that sort of a problem but I called the emergency room at the Broken Arrow Medical center and had her in the room in about 4 minutes.  I was told to go to the office and then wait in the nearby waiting room.  The sole concern of the office was her insurance policy numbers. After 15 minutes, a nurse came to talk to me.  She said her problem was hyperventilation and likely caused by excessive physical or mental stress.  I told her about the recent death of her mother in Brazil and continuing grief.  I was told we would be ready to leave in another 15 minutes or so.  I was not keeping time but they must have kept her for at least another 90 minutes.  I asked to speak with her since they said they were having difficulty communicating.  I was denied permission since my name was Newmire and her name was Hill.  I had listed myself as a "Friend" on her hospital record.  After I became rather insistent, they pulled back a curtain and I saw her sitting on an examination table connected with electrodes to some electronic equipment.  She was obviously frightened and reached out with both arms toward me.  They would not let me go to her even though she obviously wanted to touch me.  The nurse in charge of this Okie mess told me she had said (remember they could not understand her) she did not want to go home!  I finally used their telephone to talk to Dirce Sanders and they let her talk to "Abby" and then Dirce told me she wanted to go home right now!  The nurse then talked to Ms. Sanders and ordered me out of the room   They later told me they had sent her to Laureate, the St. Francis Hospital's psycho ward.  When I asked WHY, I was told in a loud and hateful voice "It's the law"! Reader please note: I am a rather soft spoken person and have endured years of insults and screaming by semi-literate Okies in response to my simple questions such as "Why". Please note the occurrences.   I was further told to go over and talk to Dr. Bruce C. Stanton.  I arrived shortly and was told Dr. Stanton was was not in. A Ms. Caroline Wieland took a great deal of information from me regarding "Abby".  Of course, I was only her friend for 12 years and it did not seem as if she was interested in talking to me.  I still made the point that she had lost her mother in Brazil and had continuing problems with the rest of her family.  Next morning I was talking with my neighbor about the turn of events and was told they knew a Dr. Donald  Inbody who worked in Laureate.  They called the facility and were told their good friend, "Don", was with "Abby" and everything would be OK.  Everything was not OK and the first time  I visited her, she did not remember me.  Ms. Sanders visited her and she did not remember her after a 20 year friendship.  Despite the ludicrous explanations of their "staff", we knew something terrible had happened to our friend "Abby".  I went to work as usual next week and waited for a phone call from  this Dr. Stanton.  It was late Tuesday morning before his first call.  He started telling me how bad "Abby" was and all of the good things they were doing to her.  I asked if he had read the information I had given Ms. Wieland and her apparent depression.  There was a pause and then he started yelling at me like a crazy person.  Among the things he blurted out were "How dare you talk to me like this - why are you talking  to me like this - I will have papers signed and you can pick her up anytime"!  I was scared to death by his bizarre behavior and was afraid to say anything that might cause him or others to inflict injury to my friend.  I finally replied "I will come to pick her up when you can return her in the same condition as when she was forcibly brought to you".  He said "I am not sure I can do that".  I replied "But you will try" and that ended the conversation.  Ms. Sanders, a lady from Quito, Ecuador and I visited her as often as the rules permitted.  Many such wards are called snake pits but I refuse to denigrate snakes based on what we all observed.  Some of the nurses asked for "Abby''s food, claiming she would not eat it!  I found that if I gave her the first bite, she would then feed herself 100%.  The nurses observed this but never put it into practice.  I once came in to visit and found her sitting at a table eating the little bags of sugar, paper and all.  I asked a nurse if this was a good thing and she said "Abby" could afford to gain a few pounds!

Seeing "Abby" in this highly disabled state reminded me of a conversation we had shortly after she moved her few possessions into my home.  I told her that if I ever became disabled, she should go back to Brazil and continue caring for her mother.  She immediately and firmly stated that if she ever became disabled, I should send her back and carry on my life.  We both just looked at each other for a few moments and smiled, knowing each had no intention of abandoning the other.  It was never discussed again.  I knew I was in for the long haul, whatever that entailed.  When I placed a spoonful of food  in her mouth and saw her reaction, I knew I would be doing whatever needed to be done for her that the "professional care providers" could not or would not do. Years later, after expensive legal abuse by these jealous, hateful and vindictive "professionals", I realize this was  the way I became innocently involved in her care.  We who visited "Abby" at Laureate every hour allowed noticed what a zoo the place was becoming.  There were adults of all ages and very young people in the place.  Years later, I learned that many of the psychiatric institutions in the state had been found guilty of railroading teenagers into their facilities for expensive "treatment" on any pretext.  I have always thought "Abby" was railroaded into that hellhole, particularly after I found out the Broken Arrow Medical Center was also owned by St. Francis Hospital!  Since I was listed on her records as a friend, it was nearly impossible to discover what was happening to her and what the prognosis was or when she might be released.  I was told Ms. Wieland would be in about 2:30 on Saturday the 23rd.  At about that time, "Abby" and I stood in front of the nurse's station, holding hands, and I asked her what had been done for her in the last 2 weeks.  She just stood there glaring at me with glassy eyes for several seconds and finally said "We have been good to her".  That was the end of the conversation and so much for truth in the hellhole.  It was obvious to all that "Abby" had not been cared for, her hair was oily and uncombed, her sweater was on backwards and it was very apparent she had not been bathed recently. I learned a few days later they had been unable to communicate with her and would not consider the possibility of my help.  A neighbor made me acquainted with a missionary from their church who had just returned from several years working in the Sao Paulo area.  He accompanied me one evening on my regular visit with "Abby".  Even though her tongue was thick, apparently from medication, and her speech not quite normal, they talked up a storm.  He told me he saw no problem in acting as an interpreter.  The social worker set up a visit between Dr. Stanton, herself, "Abby" and my interpreter.  We agreed on a fee and I paid him in advance to act as her interpreter.  Early one morning with everyone present, Dr. Stanton came by and announced he had  failed to allow enough time and rudely walked away.  The meeting was never rescheduled and I am forced to conclude he never intended to conduct an interview.

Time passed slowly, I tried to keep my mind on work during the day and visited my best friend each evening as allowed.  Her 2 lady friends and I compared notes on the insanity we observed inside Laureate, not all from the patients.  I could not get a straight answer to my questions about her diagnosis or release.  When "Abby" returned from Brazil, she complained about a bad tooth.  I took her to her dentist, Dr. Haught, and he had prepared her tooth #4 and installed a temporary crown.  I decided to get him involved and on October 9, I called to inform him of the developments and  why  we had not returned to finish the dental work. I have no idea what actually happened but I did receive a call from Laureate less than half an hour later informing me I could pick her up anytime.  I told them it would be Wednesday the 11th before I could do so.  When I picked her up, I was given a list of 3 medications I must purchase for her. I had been told they must give a diagnosis and when I asked Dr. Stanton for one, I was told "My best guess is it is Alzheimer's disease"  This has become the catch all of their industry since they can only be proven wrong or incompetent post-mortem.  I also laugh at them by telling one and all "Yeah and she caught it overnight at Laureate".  Most people understand Alzheimer's is a slow and linearly progressing disease that is not contagious!

I brought "Abby" to our home and soon started to understand the magnitude of the problem and how much retraining would be necessary.  She seemed to enjoy sitting in her favorite easy chair and watching her favorite TV show, The Price is Right.  After awhile, she started repeating the word sheeesheee.  I seemed to recall that was similar to weewee and walked her to the bathroom.  She seemed to be familiar with the room so I left and closed the door.  After 5 minutes had passed and I had not heard the toilet being flushed, I cracked the door for a peek and found her sitting on the edge of the bathtub, urinating!  I said "Desculpa (excuse me) por favor (please)" and entered.  Thus started the retraining - something in which I had no previous experience.  She was hyperactive and would walk out of the house every few minutes.  I was able to take her to work daily so I could still get some work done.  I walked with her both near home and work as required.  One of her medications was Haldol and I had been told  it was devastating.  I continued her medication but slowly reduced the level since I knew I would soon be taking her to Brazil in hopes of better treatment and it was unlikely they would continue the same medication.  I succeeded in teaching her to again eat and drink by herself.  She became less hyperactive and able to bathe, brush her teeth and in general care for herself.  I had her friend, Dirce Sanders, keep in touch with one of her sisters in Sao Paulo and advise her when we would arrive.  Given the progress she had made in only ten days, I had every right to expect complete recovery in Brazil with TLC and people who could at least communicate with her, something the Okies apparently did not care to try. I had noticed over the years that she was physically very strong, never having a cold or the flu.  We left Tulsa in my old car on Saturday afternoon, 10/21, driving to Miami, FL..  We arrived on the morning of 10/25 and flew overnight to Sao Paulo, arriving at the Guarulhos airport about 9:00 am..  Her sister Dirce and husband Romeo Mauro met us but were reluctant to go with me to a translator as I had requested.  I had 6 typewritten pages of information concerning "Abby" and all that I knew about her condition and treatment in the U.S. and wanted to discuss the details.  They grew impatient with me and then suddenly grabbed her by the arm and ran away, leaving me standing there with my suitcase!  I was unable to get a taxi driver to take me into Guarulhos where I could get something to eat and drink.  Brazil had recently changed their currency and people did not want to deal directly in U.S. dollars.  The airport has no drinking fountains, one must purchase bottled water and I decided not to get U.S. dollars changed to theirs.  My best bet on getting something to eat or drink was on the Varig return flight that was due to leave about 9:30 pm..  This airport is very large with hundreds milling about at any given time.  About 7:30 pm., I noticed Sandra and Elisabete Mauro, two of "Abby's" nieces wandering around, apparently looking for someone.  I made it easy for them to find me.  They agreed to accompany me to a translator.  Their first words words were about money and how much it was going to cost to care for "Abby".  I assured them I knew it would be expensive, her insurance would pay some toward the costs and I would certainly do all I could.  I also let them know I knew she had set up a bank account in Sao Paulo with money to help care for her mother and Rosanna, their older sister, was able to write checks on it.  They agreed to call Dirce Sanders every 2 weeks with news of "Abby's" condition and also to send me copies of any medical bills they paid.  I made it plain these should be translated into English or the insurance company would not even consider them.  I was about to ask them if they had read any of the 6 pages of information I had given their parents when one of them told me they had looked at her #4 tooth and commented how beautiful it was.  This was one of the items covered in my report and I felt they had at least read some of it. I again told them all I knew about her problems and treatment in the U.S..  Before I left, they promised me they would talk with Dirce Sanders every week or two and send copies of any medical bills they had paid and to be certain they were in English so her insurance company could consider payment.  I then flew to Miami and drove to Tulsa, in time to be at my work on the following Monday morning.

It soon became evident that her family was unable or unwilling to perform as promised.  Their sole concern seemed to be money and I periodically sent Cashier's Checks to them totaling near $2000 during the year.  Neither Ms. Sanders nor I could communicate with "Abby" on the telephone.  We had no idea what had happened to her. I was never invited to visit the home of Mr. and Ms. Mauro but was told it was very small.  I understood the 3 daughters lived at home and with "Abby" also present, it was crowded.  In some of the telephone conversations Ms. Sanders had with her family, she was told "Abby" was hyperactive and walked around their small apartment night and day. She was also told this resulted in severe problems within the family.  I was told by a person familiar with the Immigration & Naturalization Service (INS) that there was a very good possibility "Abby" would be turned back at Miami if it was obvious she was mentally impaired.  Long before her Green Card was set to expire, I sent a letter to the INS in Dallas to ask about the conditions which might result in her being turned back.  A month passed with no reply.  I telephoned their office in Dallas and was sent to first one official and then another.  Finally, one person told me they would do absolutely nothing with my request and my best bet was to get my U.S. Representative in Washington to do some of the leg work.  I sent a letter to James Inhofe, my U.S. Representative, asking for help and finally received a reply stating there was nothing he could do and it was likely they would turn her back but she could ask for a hearing in Oklahoma City before a judge!  Having no one to legally represent her and being unable to speak looked to me like a major problem.  I then sent a letter to Senator David Boren, again asking for help.  In a week or so, I received a call from Shreese Wilson in his Tulsa office.  She told me an INS official had told her he would need to see her medical records.  I called St. Francis Hospital and asked if I could get her medical records.  It was rudely explained to me that neither I nor the INS could see those records without a court order!  I decided I had about enough of the bureaucrats, took off a day and drove to Oklahoma City.  I was able to see a Ms. Grace T. Senna.  She told me "Someone is badly informed - they would not and could not ask for such records and neither could the President of the United States"!  The Mauro family was starting to panic because they could see how "Abby's" Green Card might expire and she would be stuck in Brazil.  They became rather unfriendly with Ms. Sanders and sent me a nasty letter accusing me of lying and not doing all I could to  facilitate her return.  They gathered several receipts from medical facilities and pharmacies and for some strange reason, sent them by overnight mail, the most expensive method.  The total of the receipts was $209.00 U.S. and  in Portuguese!  They had paid no attention to my instructions and it appeared "Abby" had not benefited from most of the money sent to them.

I told Ms. Sanders I did not care to go to Brazil to accompany "Abby" back to Tulsa and asked her to help find a suitable companion.  She arranged for her niece, Ms. Eliane Moraes, a professor in a Catholic university in Sao Paulo, to accompany her. Ms. Sanders had been told by the family that  she didn't talk, was very thin and did not seem to know when she needed to go to the bathroom.  I spent many hours on the telephone trying to find a nursing home for her.  This was my first contact with nursing homes and it was quite a shock.  I explained all details of her situation, including her needs and the fact that she had no family, assets or income and I would be paying the monthly bill until she qualified for state assistance.  Many either did not have an opening or simply stated they did not accept patients who would receive support from the Oklahoma State Department of Human Services.  Years later, I would discover the reason for this.  I went through the Yellow Pages and was down into the "T" section when Ms. Coleen Bland, administrator at the Tulsa Nursing Center (TNC), 10912 East 14th Street, said they would have a bed for her.

I was told by Ms. Sanders that Ms. Moraes and "Abby" would arrive at the Tulsa airport on the afternoon of Friday, October 19, 1990.  She would pick them up and I could come by her house later that evening.  I arrived about 6:30 pm. and she had "Abby" standing about 6 feet inside.  When the door was opened and I first saw her, I nearly fainted.  We looked at each other for a few seconds and then she extended both arms forward.  We embraced each other as any friends might and I think I kept anyone from seeing the tears in my eyes.  It was hard for me to believe what had happened to her in the home of "family".  We will never know what medical treatment or abuse she had received.  Ms. Moraes told me she had apparently lived on fruit and her family also stated they never wanted to see her back  in Brazil again. She had been used as a source for badly needed money for her family for years, first from her husband, next from her inheritance and finally from me.  The pretense was that money was needed for her mother's medicine and care.  Now that her mother was gone and she was so ill, the game was over. Also, they kept all of her jewelry, nice clothes and shoes, driver's license, glasses, pure leather purse and even the partial dentures, apparently for their silver.  Nearly ten years later, no one has ever called or written to inquire about her. Her appearance could best be described as gaunt.  We had her step on a bathroom scale and she weighed only 85 pounds, fully clothed! Her Brazilian jeans had a waist size of 21".  I was given a copy of their airline tickets which included a trip for Ms. Moraes to New York City so she could buy a computer on her way to back Sao Paulo.  The total was $3042.00 and I gave her a tip of $100.00 since it appeared "Abby" liked her and they had a pleasant trip.  I considered this amount a bargain since I did not have to go back to Brazil again.  I had previously sent a number of documents to Ms. Moraes to show the INS officials in Miami in case there were questions about "Abby".  She told me there were no problems but they did place a note in her passport showing "Out of country for 1 year".  I made arrangements to take "Abby" out the following day, Saturday, for lunch.  As we were driving I suggested 2 restaurants I knew served some of her favorite dishes.  She immediately made her decision and  not only enjoyed her meal but seemed to recognize all surroundings.  I asked her if she would like to see my home and she became quite excited.  When I parked in front of my home, neighbors from 2 houses across the street saw her and came to greet her.  She immediately recognized them, hugged them and chatted at length.  I later brought her inside to see how she reacted.  I was amazed to see her walk along and without breaking her stride, reach around a corner to flip a light switch.  This gave me hope that a great deal of "Abby" was still present and I was sure she could recover from whatever had been done to her.  I vowed to throw all of my time, energy and resources into the effort.  She sat in her favorite chair and seemed right at home.  After about 5 minutes, I told her some other neighbors were waiting to see her.  I did not want her to become too attached to our home since I would have to place her in TNC in a few days.

Monday morning, I picked "Abby" up at Ms. Sanders' home and took her to offices of Drs. Cannon & Gramolini, two Drs. of Osteopathic Medicine (D.O.) for her required physical examination prior to admission to TNC the following day.  Despite the fact that she looked terrible, her vital signs were very good, again giving me hope that with much TLC she could recover.  I showed the doctors a medication the family had sent with her.  It was called Neuleptil, the data sheet was in Portuguese and they could find no information on it.  I told them they sent 2 small bottles with her and we were following the instructions at this time.  He told me "I do not want to hear about it".  I took her by the TNC to meet Ms. Coleen Bland, the administrator, and show her the place where she could rest and regain her strength. Even though her family had stated that she did not speak, I was able to communicate with her quite well.   She understood I was going to take her to Hawaii when she was able.  We then returned to Ms. Sanders' home and I spent some time visiting with her and Ms. Moraes before going to work. Next morning, I picked her up at Ms. Sanders' home and took her to her favorite little coffee shop near our home.  She recognized some of the people and was enjoying her coffee and donuts when she suddenly had a muscle spasm and the cup was flipped some distance.  I had never seen anything like this and it may have been a sign of her "treatment" in Brazil.  I then took her to the TNC and assisted in the admission process.  This was my first experience with a nursing home and I was impressed with their friendliness. The financial arrangement was for me to pay for her care until she became eligible for financial assistance.  I had to prove she had lived in this country a year before I could even apply for her assistance!  The payment to the nursing home for a 31 day month was $1360.90.  Her pharmacy bill for medication averaged $200 a month and I had been paying over $2200    each  year on her two health insurance policies.  I might add that  they paid precious little on previous medical bills and I made monthly payments on the rest.   This was a very heavy burden on me since my salary was quite modest.  My friends and family asked me to check for some sort of tax relief.  I refused and my tax returns for the years between my divorce and retirement show I always filed a simple form 1040 with one dependent and are available for all to see.  "Abby" does not appear in any of my financial records and that is exactly the way I felt it should be since we were only the best of friends.  I believe the large amount of money I have spent trying to help her regain her health was a gift with NO expectation of repayment.  NOTE:  later in this sad story, you will learn how a gang of corrupt Okie thugs have relieved me of many thousands of dollars - that is not considered a gift and I resent it very much. Years  later I was able to purchase a copy of her medical records after much trouble and expense.  Apparently, Ms. Bland did not want me to have them.  They indicate she walked well, slept well, ate well and weighed 93.1 pounds.  It also showed her ideal weight was 115 pounds with a range of 111 to 124 pounds.  Many times in previous years she was very thin after returning from Brazil and I made certain she ate well and I frequently weighed her daily.  I knew her best weight was indeed 115 pounds.  Ms. Sanders, Ms. Moraes and I were initially impressed with her surroundings in the nursing home.  It is located about 5 minutes from my home and I visited every evening.  I was told she was not eating well and I started arriving before 5 each evening and found all I had to do was get her started.  I discovered that if I tasted her food and put a spoon in her hand, she would eat 100% and leave a spotless plate.  I later became acquainted with a resident who was a retired psychiatrist and in good mental condition.  He told me the aides were making no attempt to help "Abby" eat and her tray was just being returned.  I worked out a schedule where I stopped in at 7 am. on the way to work, drove 20 miles round trip at noon while eating a snack in my car, then returning at 5 pm. and assisting with all 3 meals.  Everyone saw me providing the help which they could not or would not provide and not one person gave me a "Thank you".  Her medical records show her as having bowel and bladder continence.  That is partly true.  I told them she needed to be taken to a bathroom every 2 to 3 hours and I understood she could pretty well take care of herself.  It was not long before those of us who visited her regularly could see they were not helping her in this regard.  In fact, we had seen her walking down a hall with her stomach distended beyond belief.  I once found her with her stomach distended so far it had burst the metal zipper on her corduroy jeans!   I shall never forget that sorry scene and have saved those jeans to show others.  All of us who visited "Abby " have on more than one occasion seen her walking down a hall with feces falling from her jeans and would call it to the attention of a charge nurse.  All of us who visited her have on numerous occasions taken her to nearest bathroom when there was no help available.  Before she left, Ms. Moraes assured me she could and would get the technical information on Neuleptil.  She told me it would be no problem since her boyfriend was a psychologist. I later telephoned her in Brazil and left 2 urgent messages on her answering machine asking for this information and they were never returned.

Something terrible happened to "Abby" after 2 to 3 weeks.  One night she would not go to bed, in fact, she was terrified at the sight of her bed.  Two grown men could not put her into her bed.  I heard about it, probably the next day, but was at a total loss to imagine the reason for this strange behavior.  Nancy Evelard was one of the aides and she liked "Abby" very much.  I believe she was married to a Mexican American, spoke some Spanish and used to do little favors for her.  She came to me and told me she knew a known lesbian named Julie had been her aide the previous evening and she strongly felt she had done something to her.  Without naming my source, I let Ms. Bland, the administrator, know I had been made aware of the situation.  She just looked at me with a silent, blank stare and shrugged her shoulders.   I believe this incident caused her to suspect I was a bit more intelligent than the average Okie she dealt with from day to day and I was placed at or near the top of her "S" list.  As far as I know, Julie never worked closely with "Abby" again.  However, she got very little sleep.  I was told she walked around with the "aides" all night long, probably reminiscing in her mind about the times she worked as a nurse in a Sao Paulo hospital.  We spent several hours each evening, either walking around the building or sitting quietly holding hands and watching TV in their lobby.  One evening, she was not wearing her bed slippers and I noticed her feet seemed to be infected and her toenails were black.  Also, her feet had a very bad odor.  I asked the charge nurse about it and she just gave me a blank stare and shrugged her shoulders.  I called the doctor's office next day to ask about this and was told to go to a pharmacy and buy some Tinactin spray and powder for her feet and shoes.  I purchased these items and after we finished her lunch the next day, I asked if someone could wash her feet for me.  They asked why and I told them I wanted to start applying the Tinactin as the doctors had told me to do.  They threw an ugly fit, told me this could only be done "under doctor's orders" and took the Tinactin items from me!  I saw no change in the condition and after several days, I asked if my items were being applied to her feet and shoes and was assured they were.

I received a telephone call from TNC about 2:30 am. on the morning of 11/23/90 to inform me "Abby" had a 3 minute seizure and had been taken by ambulance to the Oklahoma Osteopathic Hospital.  I dressed and raced over to be with her.  I found her on an examining table in the emergency room looking very frightened.  She was connected to a heart monitor and other equipment.  I was able to talk with her and get her calmed down.  She was released about 6:30 am. and I drove her back to TNC in my car.  The usual routine continued.  I was told the doctors had made an appointment for her to be seen by John DeWitt, D.O., a neurologist on 11/29/90.  I called his office to verify this and was told by the receptionist to "bring $150.00 cash or do not come".  This was the first time anyone had talked to me like this but since a high percentage of the Okies are deadbeats, I did not think much of it.  We were there 30 minutes before the appointment, the office was very overheated and we were required to wait an extra 30 minutes before the doctor could see her.  Of course, no explanation or apology.  Her medication kept her hyperactive all of the time but under these conditions, she was nearly unmanageable.  I showed him the CAT scans from Brazil and he did not want to see them.  He made no effort to calm her and after 10 minutes, we were told to leave.  Of course, the $150.00 cash was retained!

I continued to be with "Abby" for each of her 3 meals to get her started eating and visiting with her each evening.  She continued being very hyperactive and the more the doctors increased her medication, the worse she became.  A male CMA told me the medication seemed to be working in reverse for her.  My phone calls to the doctors went unanswered and I wrote them a note asking if they would reconsider this medication since it appeared to us it was creating a problem.  I had just returned to work about 1:00 pm. on Monday, 11/10/90 and received a phone call from someone at TNC demanding that I come over right away.  This person told me "Abby" had walked out of the building 7 times since lunch!  I assured her there was a mistake since I was with her through lunch and just left her a few minutes ago.  She then screamed at me that Coleen Bland wanted me to come back immediately.  When I entered her office, she immediately started telling me I had to take "Abby" with me at that time!  I told her that was simply not possible - never mind the fact that this request is illegal.  She told me she was afraid something might happen to "Abby" when she walked out of the building.  Never mind the fact that the building had no alarm system.  Never mind the fact that many others walked out of the building - two ladies did so while I was talking to her!  I knew she was lying and decided to push her a little.  I told her this was no problem, I would hire a Mexican American lady we both knew to come and accompany her until I arrived in the evening.  At this point, she decided to stop lying and told me "We have another problem - the doctors do not want to care for her".  I had no way of knowing the law has remedies for this sort of a situation.  If the doctors do not wish to care for any patient, the administrator must find a replacement doctor and the conditions under which she demanded I remove "Abby" was an illegal Involuntary Transfer Request.  I told her I would come the following day at 1:00 pm. to pick her up.  After I returned to work, I made an appointment with a podiatrist, Dr. Malavolti, to see her the next day at 2:30 pm. to see what he could do for her feet.

I went to TNC to pick "Abby" up at 1:00 pm..  They threw all of her clothes, both clean dirty, along with her remaining medicines, in a plastic garbage bag!  I drove immediately to Dr. Malavolti's office and it took us about 45 minutes to get her calmed down so he get her to sit and put her feet in a large pan of disinfectant.  He told me she had a fungal infection and scabies!  He used a tool similar to an electronic wire cutter to cut several balls of white rotten flesh from between and under her toes!  When I told him I had just been asked to remove her from TNC, he was amazed and told me he was their house podiatrist, had been called out several times recently because of outbreaks of scabies but had never been told about "Abby"!  Just another sign of the rot and neglect at TNC.  He gave me a cream to rub on her feet after washing and in just a few days they returned to near normal.  It would take over a year for all of the scars from the removed rotting flesh to disappear.  I paid a lot of my hard earned money to have her cared for in this home and when I consider the massive neglect, I believe that is stealing.  I called the Okie D.H.S. to see where I might direct my complaint.  I was told to send it to a Ms. Martha Mills at their Tulsa office.  I sent her a 4 page detailed account of the horrible "care" "Abby" had received at TNC and never received a response or acknowledgment of receipt.  Years later I would learn this was my first hint of how this agency looks after the nursing home owners and administrators first and then if they have any resources left over, possibly the patients.  There really was a Ms. Martha Mills, she is alive and well today and goes around giving speeches deploring the plight of patients like "Abby" and blowing smoke about all the good things they do for them.  BILGE WATER!!

I tried to carry on my full time work at the office in Broken Arrow.  It meant getting up extra early to help "Abby" get ready.  It was difficult to keep her interested in something while I did my work and I frequently had to walk with her up to a dozen times a day when she was restless.  I had TV in my office but she was not as interested as she had been years ago.  She fed herself and we were able to eat lunch in one of several restaurants.  I always stopped on the way home to get her favorite foods and she frequently told me what she wanted.  She was able to attend to her toilet needs without help and bathe herself every morning.  I still had hope for her eventual recovery and could have maintained this schedule forever.  I started thinking about taking early retirement so I could be home with her.  I was only 62 1/2 at the time and that would have considerably reduced my benefits.  The decision was about to made for me.

I was awakened early on the morning of December 20, 1990 by noises from "Abby".  She was having the most violent tremors I had ever seen.  I had no idea what to do.  I had continued giving her the same medicine on the same schedule as she was receiving at TNC.  I got her something to drink, she sat down and seemed to recover.  The problem suddenly returned.  I was talking to the 911 operator and asking for a Tulsa EMSA ambulance to be sent when she suddenly collapsed, pulling me and the wall phone to the floor.  She was lying on her side, completely rigid, grinding her teeth with a little blood coming from her mouth.  I had never seen anything like this and was not prepared.  I got a cloth with cold water and gently rubbed her face and forehead while waiting for the ambulance.  They arrived in less than 10 minutes.  I must have been mumbling and one of the attendants asked who I was speaking about.  I told them in plain language "Every son of a bitch who has contributed to this - from Drs. Stanton and Inbody at St. Francis hospital to TNC and their Drs. Cannon and Gramolini".  Since the nurses at TNC ignored my comments about her severe tremors and their doctors did not prescribe any anti seizure medication after she had a 3 minute seizure and was then hospitalized, I consider them to be negligent, incompetent and probably criminals.  As the driver of the ambulance prepared to leave, they asked which hospital I preferred and I said "Any one but St. Francis".  They said they would take her to St. John hospital and I followed in my car.  I was taken to a room where a doctor asked numerous questions about her previous history.  He was called away during this interview because she was having additional seizures!  I was able to see her in a room a little later and she was receiving Dilantin by an intravenous injection.  She remained in the hospital for 11 days.  I visited her daily as long as possible and Ms. Sanders also visited her frequently.  She was eating very well with little or no assistance.  Her face filled out and her color was more natural.  The doctors ran many tests.   They asked about any relative who could sign a Consent Form to allow them to take a spinal tap.  I gave them the telephone number for the Mauro family in Sao Paulo and was told her sister Dirce had given verbal permission.  All of the many tests were negative and her problem remained a mystery.  Her last words in English of which I am aware were when she asked a nurse to "Give me a smoke" and "Have you got a lighter"?  I was not allowed to see the CAT scan but was told the left frontal lobe was significantly reduced in size.  I was quite surprised when I received a call around noon on 12/31/90 from a Dr. Hoskison telling me I should come to pick up "Abby" about 4:30 pm..  The weather had turned quite bad with sleet and ice everywhere.  I went to a nearby grocery and bought a very large supply of her favorite items.  I arrived at her room at exactly 4:30 pm. and found her totally out of control.  She was literally climbing the wall.  I pointed out to the nurses that it looked to me as if she was all doped up and I could not possibly handle this alone in my home.  They agreed and told me to go home and they would call me later.  About 6:30 pm., I received another call from Dr. Hoskison assuring me everything was now under control and I should now come to pick her up.  When I arrived in her room, she appeared to be unconscious!  Several nurses arrived and with great effort managed to get some warm clothes on her.  It took 3 people to get her in my old '65 Chevrolet and I reluctantly drove her home.  My neighbor across the street had been following our problem and helped me to get her in the house.  She was still virtually unconscious and the glaze of ice made it very difficult.  I was able to give her some water and medication as directed.

I was awakened again early the next morning, 1/1/91, by "Abby" making strange sounds.  She was standing and having the same severe full body tremors and eventually collapsed but I caught her in my arms before she hit the floor.  I laid her on the sofa and again called 911 for a Tulsa EMSA ambulance.  They quickly prepared her for the trip.  It was the same driver as before and she asked if we were heading for the same hospital.  I sat beside her in the ambulance.  I sat in the waiting room and after about 30 minutes, the same Dr. Hoskison asked me to come into the emergency room.  "Abby" was lying on a table and responded to my voice.  Dr. Hoskison told me "We are not going to call these seizures.  We are going to call it an adverse reaction to the medication!  I am sending her to Parkside.  It will take a little time to get all the papers filled out, it's a holiday, did you know"?  I assured him I knew it was a holiday.  I did not know what Parkside was.  Soon a Tulsa Police car arrived and I was told he would take us to Parkside.  He also told me "Now, when you get to Parkside, "DO NOT USE THE WORD SEIZURE" - he again repeated" DO NOT USE THE WORD SEIZURE - because seizures are physical and they will send her back here - there is nothing more we can do for her - psych. does not want to see her again because of the language barrier - do you understand"?  When we arrived at Parkside, I discovered it was a mental hospital with a cold, miserable, prison like atmosphere.  The police officer was filling out some paperwork while I was giving all the information I had available to some sort of admission clerk.  Eventually, the officer's supervisor arrived and even the two of them seemed unable to cope with the paperwork.  I left after nearly 3 hours and they were still struggling with it!  I heard them talking about EDO, I think that means an Emergency Detention Order.  It seems like they were holding her against what could become our wishes so everyone has to play the CYA game.  These orders are to keep someone from hurting themselves or others or being hurt by someone else.  Again, since my name was Newmire and her name was Hill, they could all let their filthy imaginations run rampant and I would give a pretty penny to see what St. John  put on that order.  I am certain it was to cover themselves in case they were charged with Dumping, which this clearly was!

I called on the morning of 1/3/91 to check on her well being and was told they were preparing her for a meeting at the Tulsa County Courthouse.  They would not tell me one more thing and I immediately drove from my office in Broken Arrow to see what I could learn.  I was shuffled from office to office and floor to floor and finally found where this hearing was being held only to learn it was secret and no others allowed.  Finally, a Glen Mirando came out and I learned he was from the District Attorney's office and acted as her "legal representative"!  The only thing he would say was she stood mute during the entire procedure in urine soaked clothing!!  When I telephoned Parkside the following morning, I was told Dr. Curva was with her.  He then told me they had just wheeled her back from being x-rayed at Hillcrest Hospital, located right across the street.  I was curious about this and asked for details.  He was very defensive and told me they found her in bed the previous evening with a very swollen foot.  I asked about the damage and was told it was only a hairline crack on her little toe.  He repeated several times that no one knew what happened to her!

Visitation at this snake pit was limited to only a few minutes on certain days of the week.  Ms. Sanders and I visited with "Abby" every minute we were allowed.  The conditions were very unpleasant.  The visitation room was very tiny and a hateful looking "monitor" stared at us every second!  "Abby" was all doped up and very hyperactive.  Even though her lower leg and foot was in a splint, she continued to pace around this tiny room and we had to hold her hand and walk with her to even attempt a conversation.  We were both bothered by this large splint, it seemed large for a hairline crack on a little toe.  I made numerous calls to Hillcrest Hospital and finally found someone who said the x-ray showed a broken 1st metatarsus, the large bone just behind her big toe!  I was also told she would be seen by a surgeon in the next Wednesday clinic, 1/9/91.  Later that day, I called the hospital to see what they did for her and was told a Dr. Beebout had looked at it and did nothing.  I tried to contact him and discovered he had two offices and was only able to leave a message at his Broken Arrow office.  I asked about his visit with "Abby" and what was going to happen next with her broken right foot.  I was later told he did nothing because they could not find any information on her insurance or how to reach me!  I let them all know this was insanity, they have her insurance policy numbers and have absolutely NO trouble reaching me when they need something.  The hospital then told me she would be seen again in the clinic on Wednesday, 1/16/91.  They also told me to bring a person fluent in Portuguese and be in the room by 7 am. or nothing would be done.  Ms. Sanders and I were at the clinic by 6 am..  About an hour later, they wheeled "Abby" across the street from Parkside and even though she was heavily doped, she was glad to see us.  About 8 o'clock, we were told a Dr. Bazih would soon see us.  He came, took a quick look at the x-ray and told us "There is nothing we can do - too much time has passed" and started to walk away.  I followed and started to ask a simple question.  I was only able to say "If "Abby" was a wealthy ballerina" and at this point he hatefully shot back "I don't like the tone of your question".  He made a nasty scene - it was obvious to all he was very angry - the very idea that I might think money could guarantee repair of her foot!  He stomped over and never even washed her foot and leg before slapping on a rigid cast.  Ms. Sanders and I just looked at each other in total disbelief at what the Okie medical system was doing to our friend.  We both continued to visit her in the Parkside snake pit every minute allowed.  She never acted as if she knew her leg was in a heavy cast and remained hyperactive.  We both walked with her as she paced the floor and the hateful "monitor" stared at us.  A few days later, I received a call from a Paul Sandstrom at Parkside.  He said he was a social worker and they would soon be releasing "Abby" and did I have a nursing home in mind for her.  I said I did not and he said "I will take a shopping trip for you" and I thanked him for his kindness.  About 3 o'clock on 1/23/91, I received an urgent call from Dr. Curva at Parkside demanding I come immediately and take her over to Doctor's Hospital.  So much for Mr. Sandstrom's nursing home shopping trip!  He then explained how they had made a deal between her insurance company and that hospital to take her for a period of time to see what they could do for her.  He also told me she would be seen by Dr. George Parkhurst, a psychiatrist he had worked with before and assured me she would be in good hands.  By this time, I trusted no one and told him I would call back in 30 minutes.

I immediately called her insurance company's agent here in Tulsa and was told that a deal had been made for the transfer of "Abby" to Doctor's Hospital for undisclosed treatment for an undisclosed length of time.  I then called Dr. Curva and told him I did not feel comfortable transferring her in my old car since her right foot and leg was in a heavy cast.  I suggested they use the Tulsa EMSA ambulance since I had recently paid in advance for a years service.  He agreed and I asked him to be certain all of her clothing, medicines and instructions were also sent.  I certainly did not want to make a return trip to that hell hole!

Medical records from Parkside and Doctor's Hospital both show "Abby" was transferred on 1/23/91.  I did not go to visit her that evening but paid my first visit to this hospital on the evening of 1/24/91.  She was still hyperactive and having tremendous whole body tremors.  When I finally got someone's attention, I asked if she had been receiving her Dilantin on schedule.  The immediate response was "What Dilantin"?  I quickly spelled out from memory what her medication should be.  The nurse called Dr. George Parkhurst at home, acquainted him with the problem and he ordered her Dilantin to be started now!!  I learned later it was too late and she had two petit mal and one grand mal seizures the next morning while sitting in her wheel chair and Dr. Parkhurst held her hand!!  The rotten bastards at Parkside had transferred her with nothing, they just threw her in the ambulance like a sack of potatoes.  On the following day, I drove over to Parkside to retrieve all her items and left little doubt as to my opinion of that snake pit.  Since she had no doctor, Dr. Parkhurst had been assigned as her psychiatrist and a Dr. Chisoo Choi had been assigned as her medical doctor.

I visited "Abby" every evening and several extra hours on week ends.  Ms. Sanders, who also had a full time job, visited her as often as she could.  She was in a geriatric ward and they seemed to be caring for her as well as could be expected.  Dr. Choi was checking a number of physical concerns and Dr. Parkhurst was trying a variety of psycho tropic drugs on her.  I noticed after a couple of weeks she seemed to be losing weight.  I managed to weigh her during each evening visit and the nurses could plainly see what I was doing.  One day, just before lunch time, I drove over to the hospital to observe the feeding of their patients.  From a distance, I observed the trays taken into a room shielded from my view and after 2 or 3 minutes, one was brought out and replaced on the serving cart.  I went in and asked about that particular tray and was told it was labeled "Abby Hill".  I asked that it be returned to her table and with a slight effort on my part, she ate 100%.  I then drove the 21 mile round trip for each lunch and was also with her for the evening meal.  Within a week, her appearance and weight started improving.    The "aides" just stood around doing nothing during the meal times and I suppose they would have let her starve to death.

Before long, they called Richard M. Stamile, M.D. to come over (his office was in an adjacent building) and remove the cast Dr. Bazih had slapped on her leg in Hillcrest Hospital.  I shortly received a bill from his office for $400.00.  I thought this quite high and called to ask if this was correct.  He said he had been told by Dr. Choi to "Give her unlimited follow up"!  I believe that translates to "Shoot the works" and guess who got to pay for most of that?  Dr. Parkhurst told me he and Ralph W. Richter, M.D. were going to perform a sodium  amytal interview.  I was told this compound was similar to sodium pentathol and the test was designed to completely relax her and see if she could talk.  There was a possibility she was deliberately remaining speechless.  I asked another lady who was also from Sao Paulo, Brazil and knew "Abby" to come to the hospital to catch any words she might utter and I also took a tape recorder.  I drove twice from Broken Arrow and met her friend at the hospital only to find Dr. Richter had canceled without notice.  On 2/20/91, the test was finally performed without success.  She had resisted the injection into her left arm and was strapped to the bed at both wrists and both ankles.  After the test was completed, I accompanied her as she was wheeled back to her room and finally returned to work.  That evening I noticed her left wrist was black and blue and starting to swell.  It was swollen to nearly twice normal the next evening and they filled a latex glove with chipped ice and had her hold it in the swollen hand for hours.  Dr. Choi assumed all of the swelling was from a bacterial infection and treated her for days with antibiotics. I received a call from him about 4:00 pm. on 2/24/91 from him informing me had finally diagnosed the problem as a broken wrist!!  I curse these careless fools every time I think how I was only a few feet away when this occurred.  Dr. Stamile was again called over to set the bone and apply a cast.  Guess who got to pay for most of that?

I received a telephone call from a social worker at Doctor's Hospital named Ron Wagner during the first week of March, 1991.  Similar to Parkside, he asked if I had a nursing home in mind for "Abby" and I said I did not.  He also told me he would go on a "shopping trip" for me.  I then heard nothing until I received an urgent call from the hospital basically telling me the money ran out and I needed to move her immediately.  So much for Okie "shopping trips".  I again went down the list of homes that accepted patients who would eventually be supported by the Okie D.H.S..  I found Riverside Nursing Center (RNC) in Jenks, another suburb of Tulsa, could accept her.  Her walking and wandering presented a security problem and this home used half doors on the rooms which could be latched from the outside to keep the patients in.  On the morning of 3/14/91, I helped them put her in an EMSA ambulance, talking to and calming her all the time.  I then followed in my car as she was transported to RNC located at 601 North 5th Street in Jenks.  This location was obviously going to involve much more driving to visit and feed her.  It was 19 miles from my home and 15 miles from my office in Broken Arrow.

We arrived at RNC about 9:00 am. and it took several hours to complete all of the paperwork.  They knew I would be filing for support from the OK. D.H.S. and the arrangement was that I would pay for everything including room and pharmacy charges and after the D.H.S. picked her up, any double payments would be promptly returned to me.  The home was owned by JoAnne Posey, the administrator was Marge Smith, the Director of Nursing (D.O.N.) was Wanda Bell and the house doctor was Gerald D. Wootan, D.O..  NOTE:  In 1997, I had to have a lawyer obtain the medical records to which I was legally entitled.  As I reviewed them, it showed her entrance weight as 126 pounds!  The incompetent Okies had failed to subtract the 35 pound weight of the wheel chair and 91 would be about the correct number.  I asked if she could be given extra large portions of food in an effort to get her weight nearer the 117 pound range.  I also told them I would accompany her and provide any needed assistance during 9 meals each week, each evening and twice on Saturday and Sunday.  They readily agreed with both suggestions.  Sometime after "Abby" was placed in RNC, I was told they had received a written statement from Parkside stating that she was a patient there but she was not now, and had never been, a mental case.  Apparently, they could not keep her in a nursing home if she was a mental case.  That made sense to me and I told them I knew she had been DUMPED by St. John Hospital on 1/1/91.

Things appeared to be going about as expected.  I visited with her approximately 30 hours a week to feed and walk her.  She was still hyperactive and I walked her both inside and outside of the building as conditions permitted.  Her left arm was in a cast as a result of the good doctors breaking her wrist on 2/20/91 in Doctor's Hospital.  It was difficult to keep it in the sling provided for her.  I had to leave work several times to take her to Dr Stamile's office for x-rays and finally to have the cast removed.  Her appearance started to improve and her few visitors noticed the change.  On 4/16/91, I received a frantic call from Linda Howell, a nurse at RNC, informing me "Abby" had suffered a seizure and was taken by EMSA ambulance to the old Oklahoma Osteopathic Hospital, later named the Tulsa Regional Medical Center (TRMC).  The people I dealt with in the emergency room appeared to be more comfortable dealing with illiterate Okies than someone like myself who asks a few simple questions.  I was able to discover that her Dilantin level had dropped to 5.1 while the therapeutic range is 10 - 20!  I told them the CMAs at RNC were opening the capsules with scissors,  frequently spilling the contents and then scooping it up as best they could!  Probably as a result of that conversation, they changed to an equivalent amount of liquid Dilantin 125.  I followed the EMSA ambulance back to RNC and stayed with her while she ate her evening meal.  She appeared to be OK but while walking around her room eating a sandwich, her knees suddenly buckled and she fell, striking her head on the concrete block wall.  I had the nurse come to check her out and they put her in bed.  On 4/20/91, I had just arrived at 4:00 pm. to visit and feed "Abby".  I noticed Joyce Stocke, a CMA, outside her door and she was cutting open a Dilantin capsule.  I told her that had been changed since her seizure.  She then opened the medication notebook, read the change, snorted hatefully and said "Well, I have been away for 2 weeks and I did not know"!!  While this ludicrous excuse was supposed to satisfy me, it merely sparked my curiosity.  I noted several things that were strange and probably illegal.  Ms. Stocke would deliver medication to patients in 8 or 10 rooms and then open the med. book and check off what she had delivered.  Others would look in the med. book and put pills, etc. in paper cups and deliver them, hopefully in the right order!  I discovered scores of medication errors for "Abby" during our stay ranging from wrong medication to wrong amount of medication to completely forgotten medication.  I patiently and quietly asked that each error be corrected as I found them.

I continued the routine pretty much as usual. RNC had a gazebo located in an enclosed court yard and I would wheel "Abby" out to it at meal time as often as the weather permitted.  I also took a cassette player along and played recordings of her family's voices and favorite Brazilian and Latin music.  I also took her out for a ride on both Saturday and Sunday afternoons and she appeared to enjoy them.  I always had her back before my self imposed 2 hours because I wanted her to be taken to the toilet about every 2 hours.  I very frequently took her to the home of Ms. Sanders.  She loved Ms. Sanders and her home and felt very comfortable, especially on the patio.  I took her many times to her favorite ice cream store and we often sat in front for an hour or more, eating our favorite items and listening to Brazilian music on my cassette player.  On several occasions, I drove her over to Broken Arrow so she could visit with a Spanish lady from Quito, Ecuador she liked very much.  It was on one of those trips that this friend noticed a large triangular scar over her left eye.  I had not noticed it but that scar has lead to much speculation that "Abby" had been given a lobotomy in Brazil!!  That would explain how they managed to get her calmed down and why some of her nieces had reported they could not hold her down.  It also explains the significant atrophy of her brain's left front lobe and why not a single member of her family has written or called concerning her condition over 10 years later!

I decided to continue pursuing the release of her medical records and contacted a lawyer to take me through the process of becoming her legal guardian.  Since "Abby" had no estate, no family, no assets or income, it was a fairly simple matter.  I was certified by Judge David E. Winslow on 5/21/91 and as he shook my hand, he commented how nice it was to see someone step forward and care for a friend in these sad circumstances without any compensation.  I took a copy of the papers to the administrator of RNC.  At that time, my only interest was in getting my hands on the records from St. Francis Hospital so we might better understand what happened to her on the night of 9/8/89.  I had no idea of the hatred that action would bring down on me years later and how it would cost me thousands of dollars and years of pain.  Some of the hospitals thought it was still smart to deny release of her medical records to me.  Again, at considerable expense, I had to go back to the same lawyer and same judge and get a Court Order directing each of the 6 hospitals to release all records to me without delay.  I found out these things can be accomplished - all it takes is considerable amount of time and a lot of money.  When I went to Parkside to get copies of her records, I was loudly told I could not have them.  I then dropped the Court Order in front of them and that started a terrible commotion.  Eventually their lawyer came down and as he started to tell me why I could not get them, he extended his hand, apparently expecting a handshake!  I recognized him as Glen Mirando, the former "advocate" for "Abby" at the secret hearing for her on 1/3/91!  I made no effort to extend my hand, instead asked "What the hell are you doing on this side of the fence"?  He mumbled something about "Going where the money is".  He again said he was sorry I could not be given copies of her records.  I held the Court Order in front of him and said "You get on a telephone, call this judge at this number and then tell me how smart you are"!!  He returned in about 5 minutes and told me to meet him here in exactly 24 hours and they would be ready.  I was back in exactly 24 hours, he handed me a very large package of her records and said "There are NO charges"!

About the same time I became her guardian, I noticed a definite negative attitude at RNC.  Several years later as I review her medical records, it becomes clear they started a campaign of defaming my character with the aid of the ADULT Protective Services (APS) of the Okie D.H.S. and, of course, very secretly.  I found a large number of items they placed in her Medical Records during this secret campaign of terror.  Now, years later, I remember a total stranger came and talked to me about "how devoted I was to my wife and all of the care I gave her".  I informed that person "Abby" was only a very good friend.  That person then went on to state that any person they see getting too close to one of their patients will be destroyed.  I never gave it another thought until I was being dragged through court and then reviewing the records.

For the sake of brevity, I shall only list a few of their insane entries in her Medical Records.  1 - They stated I had to force "Abby" to get into my car when I took her out for a 2 hour drive.  2 - They stated that on one occasion I "Insisted they put a dress on her before we left"!  3 - They stated I "Frequently used the public phone on a wall near her room".  4 - They stated that at times when we sat in adjacent chairs outside, as "Abby" crossed her legs, she did so away from me and this proved she had negative feelings toward me!  What in hell are these hateful and lying comments doing in her Medical Records?  Actually, I am glad the two faced yellow bellied Okie slobs did enter them as it stands as written proof of a deliberate campaign of terror and several of the fools were even stupid enough to sign their names.  #1 - I never forced "Abby" to get into my old '65 2 door Chevy.  The seat was pretty high for her and she typically backed on to the seat with her legs outside and swung them inward.  During the time she had the cast on her left arm, it was quite difficult and several times I helped twist her around in the seat.  #2 - This is a deliberate and despicable lie.  I have to assume the ignorant fools put this in as a form of sexual insinuation.  She did not have dresses.  She had western jeans, sweat suits and several rather expensive house coats I bought for her.  Her entire wardrobe remains here in my home and she does not have a single dress.  #3 - I certainly did.  The calls were very short and had these retards had the brains to ask why, I would have told them I operate a microwave communications repair center in Broken Arrow and have technicians working in several states.  I am also to be available 24 hours for phone consultation to aid them in solving any problems in the field with a minimum of down time.  I was with "Abby" about 3 to 4 hours for each meal and usually checked my home telephone's answering machine every hour or two.  #4 - This observation is correct but their conclusion is false.  I am glad they put it in since it also indicates their ignorance.  "Abby" was a kind and gracious person, features the Okiebillies are naturally unable to appreciate.  It is natural for a person with any culture to cross their legs in a manner that prevents their kicking the person sitting next to them!  After reading this ludicrous entry, I started noticing this behavior in public and nearly 100% do as she did and I do!

Again, in the interest of brevity, I am going to list a few of the complaints I made during our stay in this hell hole. Every one of my complaints was related to her health and well being.  I have seen too many family members get upset and demand to speak to management because their loved one's toast was not buttered or some other asinine complaint while the important items were going to hell.

#1 - Scores of medical mistakes made by their CMA people.
#2 - She was allowed to be wet and dirty for many hours.  One bathroom served numerous rooms and the walk to it was too much for many of their "aides".  I did not hesitate to let them know I was aware of this since I had marked the dirty diaper!
#3- They did not give her water between food and medication and then only a few swallows of water to wash the medication down.  I suspected this shortly after placing her here.  I asked several of the "aides" about this and they assured me they were giving her water during the day.  I developed a technique to test this for myself.  I put a small drop of rubber cement on the bottom of the water pitcher and styrofoam cup on her night stand.  I found the pitcher had not been lifted to change the water for up to 3 days and the cup was never raised!  (Is it possible that these retards were smart enough to know that more water in meant more urine out?). It was obvious from the start her Dilantin level was not being held within therapeutic levels.  I assumed it was incompetence all around from the doctor down to the CMA. Ms. Sandy LeCroix, a charge nurse, came by the room and boldly announced "We have been talking about the Dilantin problem and we think "Abby" is not getting enough liquids"!!  I told her she was speaking the right words but to the wrong person.  I told her I knew she was not being given liquids in my absence.  She loudly denied this and said they would put a chart on her door showing Intake & Output.  They did but the "aides" did not make a single entry during the next week!  I showed the amounts I gave her and it was about 600 - 700 cc. per meal.  After a week of this stupidity, I brought the record home.  I did not reveal my method of proving my statement about the lack of liquids given in my absence.  One Sunday afternoon, they decided they had a way to fix me!  They found an "aide" who was reputed to get "Abby" to drink herself and from a straw!  I told them I was thrilled to learn of this but how about a demonstration?  They tried and tried in vain - I then threw 5 - $20 bills on top of her bed and challenged them to prove their point - the person doing so could have the money!  One by one, they brought their "aides" in to beat me and all failed.  I had been working with "Abby" to get her to drink from a straw for several months, using the right Portuguese words and failed so I found their efforts to be humorous and just more of their lies.   Months later, I did succeed and I even trained her to hold a can of Pepsi and orient the opening in the right direction and drink without spilling a drop!  I still had hopes for her recovery.
#4- One Sunday noon I came to visit and feed "Abby' and I found her sitting in her wheel chair next to another lady in a wheel chair who was very vicious.  "Abby" had 3 fairly long scratch marks on her face that appeared to have been made by fingernails.  There had been considerable dried blood on her face and nothing done about it.  I took her back to her room and then went to the nurse's station and asked if I could be given something to put on this mess.  They told me I could not do this and someone eventually came and dressed the deep scratches.
#5- There was a period of time when "Abby" became more and more lethargic.  Friends who saw this felt she was over medicated.  When I asked about this, I was told the medication was OK but the records actually show I was being lied to.  It got to the point where she clenched her teeth and no one could get any food in her mouth.  I knew there was an opening where her wisdom teeth had been pulled and I could squeeze food from a 60 cc. syringe through it.  I knew she liked peaches and I probably kept her alive for 6 to 8 weeks with food such as this from Gerber's Baby Foods! As I was leaving one evening, I saw Ms. Sandy LeCroix and Ms. Mary Helen Farris, both nurses, and I asked if someone would please call Dr. Wootan tomorrow because "Abby" was essentially unconscious and I was spending up to 3 hours per meal getting a little food and water into her.  When I returned next evening for the same routine, she was still essentially unconscious and I asked Ms. Farris if someone had called Dr. Wootan about her deterioration.  She started yelling at me like a crazy person and said "No - that is your responsibility - you were told that when you came here as her guardian"!!  I immediately and firmly replied that her statement was a lie - I was not even her guardian when I brought her here, I am not responsible for her medical care - this nursing home and it's "staff" are and how long do think it will take you to get Dr. Wootan on the phone?  When I told the good doctor about this deplorable condition and how others who have seen it feel she is simply over medicated.  There was a short period of silence and I was then asked one of the most ignorant questions I ever heard - "Mr. Newmire, what are your expectations"?  I told him I expected him to at least look at her and see if she is indeed over medicated.  I had been told by several "aides" that on many occasions, he would make his rounds and never go in her room!  He did manage to see her the following day and in 3 days she started to come around and in a week, I was walking her around the building!  I was told lies about her level of medication but years later when I could review the records, I discovered her Dilantin was 52.2 units (therapeutic level is 10 - 20).  The lab reports show that whenever the number was over 20, the printer noted this and a Ms. Linda Howell noted on each such report "Doctor notified" and those that were far out were circled. Those that were under the required level were also noted and circled by Ms. Howell.  The range of Dilantin for my friend "Abby" was from 4.7 to 52.2!!.  It may not be nice for the "common man" to criticize doctors who consider themselves gods, but I do and I call this man either CARELESS OR INCOMPETENT, PROBABLY BOTH!!

There is not a hint of these and other substantial mistakes concerning her health care in her Medical Records!!  However,  they had plenty of time and forms to note how "Abby" crossed her legs and how often I used the  wall telephone just outside her room.

I continued paying her RNC and pharmacy bills through November, 1991.  The Okie D.H.S. then paid these bills and I had no idea of how many months back they might have paid RNC.  I called the D.H.S. in March, 1992 and found they had paid RNC on 12/10/91 for the months of May through November of that year!  I was owed $9,999.71 by RNC and they were doing nothing about it.  I wrote a letter to RNC on March 19, 1992 informing them I knew the date and amount they had been paid by the D.H.S. and stating that I had expected a prompt return of that amount.  Nothing happened and they saw me in their place of business daily caring for my friend.  On Saturday, April 6, 1992, friends of ours from Texas came to visit "Abby" while I was at RNC.  Mr. McGregor was very well dressed and driving a Cadillac.  This was his first visit to us while at RNC and apparently it caused some concern.  I accompanied him to his car as he was leaving and Marge Smith, the administrator, came racing out of the home waving her arms in the air and shouting "Mr. Newmire - we did not know what to do with that money - we will get a check out Monday"!!  Apparently, they thought our friend was an attorney!  I later received their check #4246, dated 04/08/1992 in the amount of $9,999.71 and a photocopy is in her records.   Of course, they received interest for that period of time but what would have become of that $10,000 had I died in the meantime and does anyone have any doubt?

I was so angry with this hell hole but did not know what else to do.  It had been so difficult twice before to place her.  Had I known about the secret and treacherous campaign RNC and the Okie D.H.S. were organizing against me personally, I would have done something, even if it was wrong.  After some flagrant examples of their neglect, I called Marge Smith and asked for a meeting with them.  She asked what this was about and I told her I simply wanted a firm answer to one simple question "Do you really want to continue caring for my friend "Abby""?  On 10/16/92, there was a meeting and it was also attended by the D.O.N., Ms. Wanda Bell and Ms. Linda Howell, a nurse.  Despite the fact I laid out massive evidence of gross neglect, including the matter of no liquids between food and medication, they all assured me they were anxious to continue caring for her and they would look into my complaints.  Ms. Bell told me "It is a shame you have had to become such a detective"  I fired right back "I was not born this way - people like you have forced me to do things like using a drop of rubber cement to prove your employees are lying".  Other events would soon decide the matter for me.  During the entire next week, they did not give her any water between food and medication and were not even smart enough to lift the cup and pitcher to break the cement seal, even though they now knew what I did daily!  I was feeding "Abby" her evening meal about 5:30 on the evening of 10/23/92.  We were outside on the patio and she was able to pick up the can of Pepsi, rotate it to drink from the top and put it down smoothly without spilling a drop!  Events like this continued to give me hope for her eventual recovery.  All of a sudden she had severe whole body tremors that completely lifted her up and nearly out of her wheel chair.  I wheeled her to the nurse's station and told them about it but they did nothing until they saw it happen several times.  What would cause these ignorant fools to think I was making up such a story is beyond my understanding!  They finally called the Tulsa EMSA ambulance and she was taken to TRMC emergency room.  They quickly found her Dilantin was 4.7 units!  A Dr. Mizell came in and told the people working with her "The nursing home says her friend is giving her unauthorized medication"!!  I walked over and told her "I am her only friend and I give her a crushed vitamin tablet and liquid B-Rite sub lingual for the B-12.  I do this with one meal a day and I have done this since day one since she returned here  weighing less than 85 pounds and all of this is no secret"  I then took both items out of my shirt pocket and showed them to her.  She looked at me with a sickly smile and said "They are just looking for a scapegoat".  I went to a nearby telephone and called RNC to confirm that someone had indeed told them this lie.  At that moment, I vowed to move her, regardless of trouble or expense.  It was simply too dangerous to leave her in the care of a careless and/or incompetent doctor and employees like these!

At this exact moment, the name Roy Steele flashed through my mind.  He was one of the more unusual patients in RNC.  He was a tall fellow who appeared to be in excellent physical condition.  He walked a lot and talked to himself about military contract deals.  I found it easy to have a decent conversation with him and he told me all about his work in the Air Force handling contracts.  He told me he was an amateur radio operator and I confirmed his call letters in my Call Book.  We both knew the Morse Code and used to send messages to each other while apparently just idly whistling!  One day, I missed him and inquired about his absence.  I was told he had been put in a hospital so Dr. Richter (remember him from the broken wrist episode in Doctor's Hospital?) could "readjust his medication".  A few days later, I saw him back in his room, clothed only in his shorts, breathing heavily, unable to talk and dead in about 2 days!

I let it be known I did not want "Abby" to have her medication changed and given the Roy Steele cure!  Had there been any doubts that I could read and write and might become a problem, this probably was the last straw for them.  Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing the exact days on which they told the D.H.S. their various lies and am unable to correlate the events.

I was determined to move "Abby" out of RNC and went to a number of other nursing homes to check them out.  I rejected several on the spot and was put on a waiting list at 2 others.  I received a telephone call from Mr. Don Pearce at Cedarcrest Care Center (CCC) in Broken Arrow, another suburb southeast of Tulsa, informing me that a room had just become available.   Bill Hickerson, a Tulsa businessman with whom I had been acquainted since 1954, had placed his wife in this home a few years earlier and I had been impressed with his remarks concerning her care and treatment.  I made all necessary arrangements at both nursing homes and transferred her in my '65 Chevy, her favorite "Old Car", on 11/2/92.  This home is located at 1306 East College Street.  It seemed to be clean and her room, (#5), seemed adequate.  Originally, there was absolutely no odor in the halls.  Don Pearce, the administrator, was seen walking down each hall and checking the situation every 2 or 3 hours.  My feelings began to change on the 2nd day when I put some of her belongings in her night stand.  I found the smashed remains of dozens of roaches!  I also noticed dozens more smashed roaches in places that were out of the way and not easily reached during routine floor cleaning. I never said a word to anyone but I soon smelled traces of an insecticide and the roach problem was solved.. The 2nd bed in Room #5 was occupied by a Ms. Gladys Hatley.  She also required total care but was conversant and quite friendly.  Her daughter, Ms. B. J. Bressman, came to visit her daily.  She took quite an interest in "Abby" and during one of our conversations, I learned she was the ombudsman for this nursing home.  In all of my dealings with the 2 prior nursing homes, this was the first time I saw or heard of an ombudsman!  I noticed she carried a small notepad with her and I soon found out the reason.  After only a few days, I was told the house doctor, Arthur G. Coder, D.O., would be in the next afternoon and I should meet with him.  I visited with him about 4 or 5 minutes, gave him a 5 or 6 page summary of her history.  I also told him I had been giving her vitamins since her return from Brazil and also fed  her 9 meals each week and had managed to bring her up from an 85 pound skeleton to her present condition.  I had recently learned that she was, in fact, now overweight!  He turned to Leona Newman, a nurse, shrugged his shoulders and said "I guess we have no problem with that".  He told me he needed the last year's lab reports on "Abby" from RNC.  I drove down to pick them up and was put off time and again.  After 2 weeks of this nonsense, it became clear they were simply not going to give them to me.  I was her guardian and entitled to also see them but it would be years later before I learned about what was in them and the outrageous lies about me the two faced, yellow bellied Okie skunks had written in her Medical Records!!  They were finally faxed to CCC.  I was given copies of the lab reports and able for the first time to see how long her Dilantin had been out of control.  The therapeutic level is from 10 to 20 mcg/mL. and the record shows the range while she was in RNC was from a low of 4.7 (less than 1/2 the minimum) to a high of 52.2 (more than 2 1/2 times the maximum). During this time she had seizures during the low periods and was virtually unconscious during the high periods. The record clearly indicates Dr. Wootan either did not care or was incompetent or both.  Now, Dr. Coder now knew "Abby" had a friend and guardian who cared for her and could also read and write.  This is an intolerable situation for people running a quasi criminal operation and explains the hatred directed toward me later on.

About 2 weeks later, the standard "honeymoon" treatment was over and reality surfaced.  One evening while visiting with "Abby" after feeding her, a very inept aide, Yolanda, came to take her vitals.  I was across the room but could not help seeing the impending disaster.  She was working very hard to force a glass thermometer between her clenched teeth and it appeared "Abby" would soon have a mouth full of glass shards and mercury!  I asked if possibly an armpit measurement might be OK..  Then she could not read the thermometer and remarked she liked the digital type.  I read it for her.  Then she took her pulse and I noticed she wrote something on the palm of her hand and I heard her mumbling over and over "Lessee - fo times nanteen"!  I assured her that any way she worked it, 4 x 19 equaled 76 and I heard her mumble as she wrote in the record "Lessee now, that was sebendyseben"  Now, for the blood pressure test.  This took forever and I heard her mumble some numbers I knew were far too high.  I asked if it was possible the heavy sleeve on her sweat suit might be a problem.  She told me "They says jest keep 'em (the sleeves) flat"  Years later, I learned that the numbers were fairly meaningless since the books are well cooked.  Oh yes, she was later made a CMA and allowed to give medication!  Her mistakes will be covered later.  When I arrived at her room for my regular feeding and visitation period on 12/16/92, about 4:30 pm., "Abby" was in bed and covered but her right foot was protruding outside the bed rail. I noticed the bottom of that foot was mostly black.  I wetted a paper towel and started to clean it when I discovered the black material was feces!  I went to the nurse's desk and asked that an "aide" be sent to the room.  Mike O'Neal soon arrived and when he started to clean the mess, he discovered more b/m on her legs and thighs as well as the toilet seat and floor!  Some low life slob had put her in bed without cleaning her and assumed no one would notice!  The Director of Nursing (D.O.N.) when we arrived at CCC was named "Fran".  She seemed to take an interest in "Abby" and told me she thought she was one of the very few who stood a chance of improving to the point where she could leave the place!  She developed a bowel and bladder training schedule for her and monitored it closely.  She was working out a schedule for the "aides" to take her to the toilet and managed to keep her very clean and dry.  Unfortunately, both "Fran" and Mr. Pearce left about the first of March, 1993.

When Ms. Joanna Garrett took over as administrator, things started degenerating almost immediately.  It soon appeared all signs of bowel and bladder training had been eliminated.  I asked about this and was assured the training was continuing.  Some of the "aides" said it was and others said it was not.  It appeared it was optional with the shifts!  Mike O'Neal told me the night shift usually filled out the records for the evening at the start of their shift!  I once saw a folder marked "B & B" and figured it was the bowel and bladder training record.  I opened it and discovered "Abby" Hill was the only resident supposedly receiving this training!  I also noticed there had been no entries made for several previous days but entries had been made for that evening!  When a nurse came by, I asked about this.  As she quickly ripped the folder from my hand, she told me "That is only for the "aides" to write in, the nurses make the real entries"!  I had been marking the water pitcher and cup as I had been forced to do at RNC and now started marking the toilet seat, tissue paper, tooth brush, tooth paste and shampoo.  With this system in place, I no longer had to ask an "aide" what had been done for her and endure their frequent lies.  I now had proof they did not give her a single drink of water between food and medication but also were not taking her to the toilet as I was told.  One evening after I fed her dinner, she felt very warm and I suspected she might have a fever.  I asked her "aide", Mike O'Neal, if he could take her temperature and was told they had only one thermometer and it was in use!  I purchased a Sunbeam Electronic Thermometer the next day and carried it in my pocket daily.  In the nearly 5 years I was able to visit and care for her in CCC, I only saw evidence someone else had brushed her teeth on 8 or 9 occasions and these were during the times when the "surprise Health Department's inspections" were expected!!   I developed a system of marking the toilet seat in such a way that I could determine if and how they placed her on it.  The room was very tiny and it was easier for them to place her on the seat sideways rather than normal.  I could differentiate between my marks being removed by her being placed on the seat or a  normal but rare cleaning of the room.  There were many times when not a single piece of toilet paper was used in over 30 days!

Of course, I have no medical training but may have something even certain doctors do not.  That is the ability to note cause and effect.  I had become able to correlate body twitches and tremors or lethargy with the her Dilantin level.  In the first part of January and middle of March, 1993, I told the nurses I was certain "Abby" was high on Dilantin, even gave a number and in both cases was within 3 units!  I later learned that Dr. Coder immediately had blood drawn, the level determined to be indeed a few units over the maximum recommended and stopped giving her Dilantin.  In both cases, 72 hours later she started having severe seizure activity and was hospitalized.  I spent several hours in the emergency room with her and had conversations with the attending physicians.  They told me both events were very likely due to the precipitous drop in her Dilantin level.  I had read the Product Data Sheet and was aware that an INCREASE OR DECREASE in the level must be made slowly, and stopping the medication may cause the patient to revert to status epilepticus.  I was sitting across the room from "Abby" after she was returned from the hospital the second time and watching for signs of more trouble since the "aides" only looked in every 2 hours or so.  Dr. Coder and Leona Newman came in the room and did not see me but went to her bedside.  He looked at her for some time and mumbled something like "Mmmmhhhhh - I just don't know".  I surprised them when I spoke up and said "Is it possible the sudden drop in her Dilantin level has caused these spells"?  He just snarled and said "Nah - I don't believe that for a minute".  I then said "That is not my theory - the doctors in the emergency room told me they suspected it on both occasions".  He just turned his head and I could see he was angry.  I left the room and he followed me out the door and said "Just a minute - before you leave, go down to that nurse's station and tell them the next time this happens, they should call you first and me later"!  I did no such a thing.  I walked right straight out the door and drove home.  I could not help thinking that I was the guardian and Coder was the doctor!!  Another thing I have been able to correlate is the loss of skills "Abby" suffered with each major seizure.  When I first moved her to CCC, she was quite mobile. They started putting the side rails up on her bed for her safety.  An "aide" once forgot to raise the rails and the nurses were surprised to see her standing in front of the their station with a huge grin on her face!  I purchased a Posey belt while she was in RNC and used to walk her a great deal. The belt was necessary because an occasional muscle spasm would cause either or both of her legs to go limp. I used to walk her outside the building and even on the sidewalks.  I could tell she enjoyed the fresh air, sunshine and normal noises of the outside.  I was the ONLY person to take a loved one on such walks and I heard about many of their negative comments. As it became more difficult to walk her, most of the "aides" stopped trying, even though they said they were still doing so.  Eventually, someone stole my walking belt.  When I asked about it, I was given the standard  nursing home lie, "A patient took it".  It had her name on it and several years later, I saw a nurse carrying it!

One day in early March, 1993 - probably the 6th, I came to visit "Abby" at the usual time, about 4:30 pm..  I found her sitting in her wheelchair near the sink.  I spoke to her in Portuguese and wetted a paper towel to clean her face and forehead as I always did.  When I got close to her, I saw the worst mess I had seen to date.  She was wearing one of the several housecoats I had purchased for her and only 1 of the many snaps was closed.  She was exposed all down the front and worst of all, her entire crotch area was covered with greenish yellow feces!  I immediately went to the nurses station and found no one present.  I looked down the halls and saw no "aides" or nurses.  I went back to her room, gathered a wad of tissue paper and said "Excuse me, please".  I swiped the tissue across her leg and collected a sample of this filthy material and headed for the office.  I met a nurse and simply told her "This is all over "Abby's" crotch area".  She told me an "aide" would be in shortly.  Abby did not use her hands at all by this time and this mess was caused by another human being.  It wasn't long  until Yolanda appeared.  I never said a word, just pointed.  Her exact words were "She mussa jes done this, ah cleaned her 10 minutes ago"!  I said "Let us take her to the bathroom and check this out".  I had her check the anal area and it was very clean! This mess was obviously due to her method of cleaning and she had indicted herself OR the whole thing was a setup to make me look bad.  In light of events and derogatory remarks about me, most of which I only found out about years later in court, I believe it was a setup.  "Abby" has had urinary tract infection (UTI) almost continually since being placed in a nursing home.  Doctors in the various emergency rooms with whom I have had discussions, tell me it is common in nursing homes because of poor cleaning, lack of liquids and turning.  3 bingos!!  I had seen some of the urinary analyses and many showed e-coli in her urinary tract!  There is only one way e-coli gets there and filthy cleaning such as we were looking at is probably the explanation.  I then went to the nurse's station and asked if in light of this mess, they would give her a douche.  It seemed like a reasonable request.  She said "We will take care of it".  When I came in the next day, I asked the nurse at the desk if they had given "Abby" a douche.  She said "We cleaned her up".  Her evasive answer and the fact she never looked at me told me something was wrong.  I asked again and she blurted out "No, Dr. Coder would not allow it"!  I returned home and called his office and was told he was "not available".  They knew who was calling and were not about to tell me he was on vacation!  It was 5 days later before I was able to reach him at his office.   I just started to tell him about the filthy incident with "Abby" and he started yelling at me like a crazy person.  He was telling me this was a nursing problem and I should talk with the nurses about it.  I kept trying to tell him I had talked with the nurses about it and they told me only he could allow a douche!  On the third attempt to overcome his loud and rude interruptions, I was able to get through and after a slight pause, he muttered "I'll authorize a betadyne douche".  Finally, he yelled at me "Now hear this, Lewis Newmire - I can not be at that nursing home every hour of every day"!  I replied "I had not asked for any such a thing - only that you authorize something the nurses told me only you could".  Again, I was astounded by his crazy and thoroughly unprofessional attitude.  After that conversation, I sat wondering what had caused him to sound so hateful - had I done one thing to offend him and how does this impact his interest in the care of "Abby".

Thank you for reading to this point.  While it may seem lengthy, this is actually a highly condensed, first person account of terrible events that are about to get much worse.  Virtually every sentence you have read could easily be expanded into a paragraph, page or chapter in a book.

My routine with "Abby" remained very much the same, month after month.  I continued to feed her 9 meals each week, driving over 10,600 miles a year for that purpose alone.  The frequency and type of medical errors I observed and had corrected became nearly unbearable.  The number I did not know about could only be imagined.  I would quietly ask the CMA if something should not be thus and so and generally get the error corrected without comment.  The totally incompetent Yolanda was now a CMA and passing medication to the various patients!  As she started to give "Abby" her Dilantin one evening, I could tell it was only about 50% of the right amount.  When I quietly asked her about this, she became loud and defensive.  She finally pointed to the medication book and said "Come, ah shows you in de book".  I took one look and realized she was looking at the wrong line and trying to give her the noon dose instead of the 5:00 pm. dose.  I never said a word, just pointed to the correct line.  As soon as she realized her mistake, she yelled to the charge nurse, some 30 feet away, "Mr. Newmire is giving me a bad time"!  I walked to the nurse's station and asked the nurse on duty to come and see for herself that she was trying to give her exactly 50% of the proper amount of Dilantin.  After she was made to realize her error, she then called me "an old bastard" in front of the nurse who just walked away.  On another occasion, I asked her what medication "Abby" was receiving and she told me "Dahvoset".  I reminded her that it was supposed to be Dilantin.  She went to check the medication book and returned saying  "Yeah, I knowed it started with a "D"!!  Another CMA attempted to give her the evening dose of Dilantin less than an hour after she had received the noon dose.  When I told her I had been warned against this sort of thing by a pharmacist, she left and called me "a son of a bitch" as she left and slammed the door.  That was the only profanity I ever heard in that place.  In spite of the large number of mistakes I had corrected, I never raised my voice or used a single word of profanity.  Possibly my low key approach drove them crazy!

I heard that Ms. Garrett would be leaving as administrator about the 1st of November, 1993.  My first feeling was it was a good riddance!  Bill Hickerson told me he heard the same thing and she was being replaced by a Ms. Debbie Ary.  He did not tell me how he knew about her but said she was "a two faced pathological liar who would stab anyone in their back and I should always look over my shoulder".  I saw another face about that time but made no effort to communicate with her since I had always avoided management of these hell holes unless it was extremely important for the health and well being of "Abby".  The medical mistakes made by their CMAs nearly defy description.  One of the worst and most damning was made by Linda Fields.  She too had been working as an "aide" and supposedly passed whatever test is required and starting giving medication.  I was in the room about noon on a Sunday when she started to give "Abby" her Dilantin.  She was trying to get her to open her mouth so she could squirt it out of the syringe!  I thought I had seen about everything and while looking, saw that the amount of Dilantin was obviously not enough.  I questioned her about the tiny amount, I knew it was supposed to be 5 cc..  She was reluctant to let me see the syringe but finally put her fingernail on the amount which was 0.5 cc.!  She then gave me a loud speech on the differences between ml. and cc., which for their purposes, are equal.  She concluded by saying "That is where they told us, SIRRRRRR!".  Commenting that she was trying to give "Abby" only 10% of her medication and this could well contribute to her widely fluctuating levels only caused her to speak louder.  I saw another CMA, Jim Lancaster, walk past the door to her room and invited him to help explain the matter.  He declined and I had the charge nurse, Ms. Brenda Smith, come and explain the numbering system on a syringe!  She was temporarily removed from her CMA duties, not because of stupidity but because her young boy was riding around on the med. cart, playing with bottles of medicine and throwing them around the lobby!  Even though this was Sunday, someone noticed and complained.  The last time I was in CCC, she was still passing medications!  One is left to wonder if the testing and certification of these people, who hold the patient's well being in their hands, is also corrupt.  Possibly their certificates are exchanged for cereal box tops!

After having been lied to for so long concerning her Dilantin level, I printed  a simple form where they were asked to simply fill in the numbers from her most recent lab tests.  I could tell when they had drawn blood for the lab tests and a few days later I would leave a copy of this simple form on her night stand and ask that it be returned.  I thought this was a great idea since I did not have to actually talk to anyone!  For a time it worked out as I planned.  CCC had trouble keeping a D.O.N. for any length of time.  They had 14 or 15 during the time I was able to be with "Abby", some quitting after just a few days.  Around the 1st of December, 1993, they took this form and never returned it.  On December 7, 1993 I talked to a Ms. Karen Burgess, the D.O.N. at that time.  I asked why the information had not been supplied and she blew her top, yelling "I have 50 things to fill out for 80 patients and I do not have time to put those numbers on your form"!!  She further stated that I would have to get those numbers from her doctor.  On that same day, I sent a Certified Letter to Dr. Arthur G. Coder, the house doctor and so called "Medical Director" informing him of Ms. Burgess' statement and asking him to fill out the enclosed form and return it to me.  I did not hear from the good doctor and on December 20, 1993, I sent him a second Certified Letter reminding him I had not received a reply to my first one and again asking for the same information.  I never received a response and those letters will come up later.

Anyone with enough brains to read and write and be as close to a patient  as I was to "Abby" will annoy people in such a shady business as a nursing home.  The ombudsman, Ms. B.J. Bressman, told me Ms. Ary had told her she was going to solve the problem by getting a Restraining Order against me!!  I went to visit "Abby" on 3/9/94 around 4:00 pm. as usual.  The moment I walked into her room, I noticed several differences.  The fluorescent lights in the ceiling had been replaced, the room was well lighted and the window was opened for the first time with fresh air flowing in.  Everything in the room was sparkling clean, it had a fresh smell and my first thought was a "surprise inspection" was anticipated.  After about one minute, hardly enough time to start talking to "Abby", Ms. Gwen Droessler, the "acting" D.O.N., came in and was all smiles and cheerful.  She started telling me they had made a number of changes that day and I would very shortly notice the improvements.  The main item seemed to be they had fired Ms. Karen Burgess, the D.O.N., and Ms. Marty Clutter, a charge nurse.  I got a glimpse of Ms. Ary standing just outside of the door and listening intently.  Ms. Droessler continued talking and telling me all the things they had found wrong as they made their rounds that day and I noticed it was time for me to get the 5:00 pm. tray from the kitchen for "Abby".  I mentioned this and eased over toward the door where I noticed Ms. Ary still standing and listening to every word.  I stepped out into the hall, looked her straight in the face and said "I understand you are considering getting a Restraining Order against me and I would like to know why".  I believe in meeting such rot head on and her response tended to confirm Bill Hickerson's statement that she was a pathological liar.  She never blinked an eye and told me she had never considered that but possibly Ms. Burgess had!  Of course, Ms. Burgess had just been fired and it was unlikely I would ever ask her about it.

I continued to care for "Abby" as usual, having as little contact with the system as possible.  My system of marking certain items told me no changes had taken place that would help her.  The medical errors of the CMAs occurred at about the same rate and I patiently and quietly asked that they be corrected.  One evening, about the middle of April, 1994, I started to wash my hands as usual before spoon feeding "Abby" and found the sink was stopped up.  Closer inspection revealed it was blocked by b/m having been stuffed down the drain!!  The real ignorant part of this is the fact that the knob on the door to the toilet in that room is 18" away from the sink!! I can think of no logical reason for the "aides" doing this unless these filthy hillbillies do it in their homes. I had to go to a public toilet to wash my hands and informed the charge nurse as I left about the problem in her room.  I was assured it would be taken care of.  When I arrived 24 hours later, it had not been touched.  I told the charge nurse about it and then used a drinking straw to break up the material and flushed it with hot water for 30 minutes.  The sink had been dirty for some time and the bottom was a dull gray in color.  As a test, I polished the right half with Comet and counted the days until someone noticed and cleaned the other half.  It took 18 days and all of this was witnessed by another friend and Ms. B.J. Bressman, the CCC ombudsman.

I had a telephone conversation with friends from San Antonio, Texas who had driven to Dallas to attend a wedding reception.  In fact, this is the same Mr. McGregor who had been mistaken for a lawyer at RNC and hastened the refund of $9,999.71 that was being withheld.  They planned to visit with both of us at CCC on Sunday, May 15, 1994.  They had video taped the Dallas party and I suggested he might tape my Sunday visit with "Abby" since there are really no good photos of her and none
of us together.  The afternoon was sunny and very pleasant and I had wheeled her outside in her gerichair as I frequently did.  Apparently this irritated all of the Okies since I was the only one who routinely did this.  I tried to get her all of the fresh air and sunshine possible.  We taped about 20 minutes of my talking to her and giving her some Pepsi.  Near 5:00 pm., I wheeled her into her room and we set the camera up on a tripod and taped nearly an hour of my feeding her, brushing her teeth, giving her my daily facial and the CMA giving her medication.  The quality of the audio is quite good and I talked quite a lot to "Abby" while caring for her and also to my friend.  You can hear me telling him about the incident of b/m in the sink about a month ago and the fact that I really prefer not to talk to the Okie "aides".  This tape is really pretty good but it is not the best example of the care I gave her daily.  My friend's wife liked "Abby" very much, we all spent quite a bit of time together over the years but she could not stand the stench and other conditions in CCC.  She waited in their car during this taping and I hurried things up a bit.  I had no idea anyone else would ever see this tape and it certainly was not meant to impress anyone.  Apparently the CMA told Ms. Ary about our taping and she threw a fit, went around shooting off her mouth to everyone but me.  Thinking she might someday want to see what she was shooting off her mouth about, I had a professional duplicating studio make a copy for me but HAD THE AUDIO REMOVED!!  They asked why, I told them the story and urged them to listen while duplicating.
 
 

On Sunday, July 3, 1994, I arrived about 10:45 am. for my usual visit and feeding. I immediately went to the sink to wash my hands as usual before wiping her forehead with a damp paper towel to gently awaken her.  I found "Abby" lying on her left side, mostly uncovered, with a large ball of b/m beside her.  I heard the girls working in the next room and left to visit with another patient I had come to know.  His name was Charlie Browne, a physicist with 40 years experience in electronics.  He had severe physical problems that would take his life but was very sharp mentally and we visited an hour or two every day.  I returned to her room about 11:45 am., just as two very small female "aides" were leaving.  "Abby" was dressed and reclining in her gerichair, apparently asleep.  Again, I went to the sink to wash my hands and get a damp paper towel to wipe her forehead and gently awaken her.  This time the sink was stopped up and I again investigated.  I found it was b/m and the color was a familiar brown.  I hesitate to mention this but I have seen much b/m from Ms. Hatley, the other lady in this room, and it was very black, caused by the large amount of iron she was being given.  I was forced to use a public bathroom to wash my hands before feeding "Abby". I fed her the noon  meal and left around 2:30 pm, again telling the charge nurse about the second incident of b/m in the sink.  Again, I was assured it would be taken care of.  By the time I left after the evening visit and feeding, it still had not been cleaned.  The next day, Monday, July 4, 1994, was a holiday and I planned to feed her two meals as I had the day before.  I arrived at the usual time, around 11:00 am. and found her up, dressed and resting in her gerichair.  I checked the sink and it was still stopped up!  I pushed her outside and went past a group of CCC employees, apparently on a break.  Among them I noticed Candy, the cleaning lady, and a man named Ed who was the "Head of Housekeeping" and the brother of Ms. Peggy Hart, the assistant administrator.  I told Candy the sink in her room #5 was still stopped up and she hatefully replied "Oh, that is just food".  I then told her she probably did not know the difference between b/m and food.  I pushed "Abby" away from that group where we could have a little peace and quiet and heard a large amount of clapping and shouting, a real Okie Hoorah - apparently someone gave me the finger.  As I talked to her about some of our friends, she started kicking her feet which over the years seemed to be her expression of happiness.  She kicked off both of her slippers and I noticed her feet had a strange appearance.  I first thought they were covered with foot powder but as I started to replace her slippers I discovered they were covered with a large amount of dried skin!!  The nails were forced upward  by dried skin beneath them, a terrible sight.  I went to a public toilet and grabbed a handful of paper towels, wetted some and using a nail file, managed to scrape and clean her feet.  The concrete was white where all of the dried skin fell!  Later that day, I purchased a jar of Neutrogena and rubbed her feet with it daily until they appeared normal.  I picked up her food tray and pushed her back to her room for feeding.  As we passed through the lobby, I saw Ed and asked him to come to room #5.  I was feeding "Abby" and  about half an hour had passed with no sign of Ed.  I went back to the lobby and did not see him but invited the "acting D.O.N.", Ms. Gwen Droessler, to come to room #5.   I started to make her acquainted with the problem but she started berating me and said "We will have to get a plumber to take it apart tomorrow".  I found another straw, pushed it into the mess and held it within a few inches of her nose so she could smell it.  I had had enough and I told her "I do not need all of this.  Tomorrow I will get the Tulsa County Health Department to come over and give you people some pointers on cleaning and sanitation".  Muttering and gesturing, she left the room in great haste.  She returned in about 15 minutes with Ed and his sister Ms. Hart. The women watched as Ed worked to get some sort of acid treatment to cut through the b/m and get water draining.  Candy, the cleaning girl, stood in the doorway for a few minutes and when she saw me smiling at her, she just stuck her nose in the air, snorted and left.  I continued to feed "Abby".  After about 30 minutes, Ed left and told me not to let water or anything go down the drain for 30 minutes.

At 9:00 am. the following morning, I called the Tulsa County Health Department about this problem and was told they could only act on problems relating to food, I would have to contact their Oklahoma City office.  I was also told to direct my letter to the attention of a Mr. Gary Glover.  Later that day, I mailed the letter  to him and also sent copies to Ms. La Donna Ross, the owner of CCC and many other nursing homes in Oklahoma, Ms. Ary, Ms. Bressman and several other people on my mailing list.

On July 19, 1994, I was pushing "Abby" in her gerichair with her food tray toward her room about 5:00 pm. and as Ms. Ary passed us, she slapped a letter  on the tray.  Among other things, she demanded that I remove "Abby" from Cedarcrest Care Center in ten (10) days.  This is called an Involuntary Transfer Request, and even cited part of my letter to Mr. Glover as a reason!!  She also included the front cover of  "Regulations For Licensure of Nursing and Specialized Facilities" and page 6 from that publication put out by the Oklahoma State Department of Health.  This page has Subchapter 7 on Administration.  She put a check mark beside Section 310:675-7-4 (b) (1) which states that 10 days written notice must be provided to the resident, resident's legal representative  or person responsible for payment of charges for patient's care.  She really wanted me to see she had followed the rules and gave me 10 days notice but she must have thought I was as stupid as she and would overlook the lines immediately above.  Section 310:675-7-4 (a) (1) states that an ITR may be initiated by a facility ONLY for one or more of the following reasons:  (1) Medical reasons as documented by the attending physician.  (2) The resident's safety, or for the safety of other residents, as documented by the clinical record.  (3) The non-payment of charges for the resident's care as documented by the facility's business records.  Yes, you guessed it - none of these applied and I sent identical Certified Letters to the Okie Dept. of Health and D.H.S.  informing them of her action and asking for an immediate hearing,  I gave a copy of her letter and the other papers to my friend, Bill Hickerson, and he showed them to his attorney a few days later.  He laughed hilariously and noted the letter is an obvious violation of her own Rules of Licensure and self indicting in the matter of retaliation.  I have copies of the Oklahoma statute against retaliation and also Federal Medicaid and Medicare laws covering the matter.  It will soon become very clear that breaking laws and rules is simply a tool of the trade of people like Ms. Ary.

On July 29, 1994, I received a copy of a letter dated July 26, 1994, from the Oklahoma State Department of Health.  The original had been sent to Ms. Ary and was three (3) pages long.  The first part discusses the "Findings" and step by step shows her there was no basis for her ITR as everyone knew.  The last 2 parts are as follows:

It is found as a matter of law that Cedarcrest Manor, Broken Arrow, a licensed nursing facility, violated the Regulations for Licensure of Nursing and Specialized Facilities by:

1. Issuing a notice for the involuntary transfer or discharge of Resident Abigair Hill without alleging regulatory reasons to do so.

It is therefore Ordered that the letter from Cedarcrest Care Center, Broken Arrow dated July 19, 1994 to Lewis Newmire, guardian for Abigair Hill, ordering the involuntary transfer or discharge of Abigair Hill is null and void.  The nursing facility is prohibited from any further action to transfer or discharge Abigair Hill from Cedarcrest Care Center, Broken Arrow on the basis of the notice dated July 19, 1994.

Oklahoma State Department of Health.

(Signed)  Frances I Waddle
Administrative Law Judge
Special Health Services
405/271-6868

Oh my goodness - someone with more power than the obese bully finally gave her some orders!!  YES obese bully.  Words have meanings that can be found in a dictionary.  The definition of obese and bully as found in my copy of Funk & Wagnalls dictionary provide a good description of the physical and mental characteristics of Ms. Ary.  It would soon become obvious to all that her action described above was just attack #1 of her vendetta.  This letter did not slow the massive bulldozer even a little bit.  In fact, she later testified in court and under oath that she "only had a phone call from Oklahoma City" in the matter!

I continued to visit and feed "Abby" the same as always.  I also pushed her outside in her gerichair in the sunshine and fresh air every minute possible.  The air inside CCC was frequently polluted with strong odors of urine and feces and was the subject of one of the "surprise inspections".  I also managed to get about an hour visit each day with my friend Charlie Browne.  I started sharing a number of magazines and newspapers covering the the electronic field and these were the basis of many of our discussions.  He shared my interest in electronics and especially the exploding semiconductor field.  He liked several of my magazines enough that he subscribed to and received several during the remainder of his life at Cedarcrest.  It was about 2 weeks after my second experience with the retards stuffing b/m down the sink in "Abby's" room that he told me they had done the same thing in his room with b/m from his roommate!  He also told the ombudsman, Ms. B.J. Bressman, the same thing and described the female "aide" as someone we all knew and viewed  as quite retarded.  If she was not retarded, she gave an excellent  impression of someone who was.  Since she was not one of the 2 "aides" who did this in "Abby's" room, there were at least 3 people at CCC who apparently considered it normal practice!

Friday, 8/26/94, was "Abby's" 60th birthday.  I told her about this in both English and Portuguese.  I also told her about the time, many years before, that I made her a checkerboard cake complete with candles that could not be extinguished!  I have no idea how much she understood but she smiled many times while I was speaking and singing Happy Birthday in my poor Portuguese.  On Sunday, 8/28/94, I was taken to St. Francis Hospital with severe chest pains and diagnosed with a badly closed artery.  They performed a rotoatheroectomy and I was released after 6 days.  When I next visited "Abby", I pushed her gerichair outside for some fresh air.  She did not open her eyes and appeared asleep as usual.  I told her, again in my poor Portuguese, I had been in the hospital for a little surgery on my heart.  She immediately opened her eyes, raised up and studied me for some time.  I told her the problem was not all bad and the doctor said I would be OK.  She again laid her head back, closed her eyes and tears from both eyes flowed down her cheeks!  Hate filled and sadistic people would later testify in court, under oath, that they were certain I did not speak her language and she did not understand a word anyone spoke to her!  While in the hospital, I received a message on my home telephone answering machine from the Okie D.H.S..  This was just a couple of days after her 60th birthday and they wanted me to make an appointment with the Social Security office in Tulsa and start the paperwork for her Widow's Benefits.

At the appointed time, on 9/27/94, I met with Ms. C. Cookson of the Social Security Administration here in Tulsa.  I took all of the paperwork I could find relating to "Abby" and her deceased husband to that meeting.  I had the foresight to purchase a copy of his Certificate of Death and I took it plus his Will, all of their passports and her still valid Oklahoma Drivers License. She said I had done my homework well but after a lengthy conversation with upper level bureaucrats, told me they would have to have a copy of her original Certificate of Birth and their Marriage License!  I had seen both documents years ago but they were not now in her box of papers.  Probably her family had kept them in Brazil like many other of her personal possessions.
All of her passports showed she was born in Porto Feliz, Brazil on 8/26/34.  She once told me they were married in Laredo, Mexico and I assumed she meant Nuevo Laredo.  I asked my U.S. Representative in Washington, D.C. for help and he only sent me the addresses of the 2 embassies.  I talked to the Mexican Consulate and he said it would be impossible to locate the document unless I knew the location of the civil office or church in which they were married!  The Brazilian Consulate told me it would be nearly impossible to get her Certificate of Birth from Porto Feliz after 60 years.  He also laughed hilariously about the mess because her passport had all of the same information as the Certificate of Birth except the exact hour of birth!  I then considered staying with friends in San Antonio, Texas and commuting daily to Nuevo Laredo and doing a personal search for her Marriage License.  Instead, I decided to let the matter rest for a time and see what the bureaucrats would do.

I continued doing everything possible for my friend "Abby".  It was obvious CCC management had instructed their "aides" to say nothing to me.  This did not bother me a bit since I really did not care to talk to them.  If there was anything I thought they needed to know about her, I left a written message on top of her bed when I left.  On 10/12/94, I received a notice  from Ms. Ary asking me to be present for a "Care Plan Meeting" on 10/19/94 at 1:10 pm..  On 10/14/94, I received another identical notice  informing me the date had been changed to 10/18/94.  I was very suspicious since I had never been able to attend such a meeting although I should have been asked every 90 days and we had been in CCC for 22 months!!  I mentioned this to the ombudsman, Ms. B.J. Bressman.  She told me Dr. Coder had let the cat out of the bag and told her the meeting was to inform me he was going to abandon "Abby".  She asked him why he was doing this and was given the most professional answer he could, "I don't like that man".  I suspect he would not "like" anyone who was aware of the seizures he had caused "Abby" to endure and  aware of all the filth and rot in this home and also had the ability to read and write.  Those are perfectly valid reasons for an Okie to hate anyone!  He could not simply send me a letter in the matter because as you will soon see, these people are sadistic and would do everything they could to inflict the maximum pain and expense on me.

The meeting was supposed to start at 1:10 pm. and last 10 minutes.  I sat outside the door to this conference room starting at 12:40 pm..  I brought a large tape recorder to capture what was about to happen and also indicate I did not trust them a tiny bit.  Ms. Bressman joined me about 1:00 pm. and they finally invited us in about 1:10.  I pointed out to her that no one entered or left that room for 30 minutes that I knew of and they had plenty of time to work up a full head of steam!  The first person to say a word was Ms. Gwen Droessler the "acting D.O.N.". NOTE  that CCC was frequently without a D.O.N. and the "acting D.O.N." was again filling in.  Her first words were "well, it is obvious you are going to record this meeting and so are we".  At that point she threw a tiny pocket recorder into the center of the table.  Her next words were "at these meetings we usually start by introducing ourselves - let's start with you."  I stated my name and indicated I was the guardian and friend of "Abby" Hill.  Going clockwise, the next person was Marlene Edwards, "Director of Activities", the title itself a real hoot!  The next person introduced herself as Vicki Miller, from the D.H.S..  It would be months before I figured out why she was present.  Next was Ms. Ary, the administrator, Ms. Droessler, Dr. Arthur G. Coder and Ms. B.J. Bressman, who sat next to me.

Ms. Edwards, Ms. Ary and Ms. Droessler spoke a few words about the present condition of "Abby" and all the good things they did for her and then Dr. Coder took over the meeting and the "Care Plan Meeting" mask fell off.  He leaned back in his chair and bellowed like a big bull to impress his herd of adoring cows therein assembled "Now I have a few words to say".  He just ripped me up one side and down the other but he made one huge mistake. Referring to the incident where I found "Abby" sitting in her wheelchair with only one snap closed on her house coat and the entire crotch area smeared with a large amount of greenish b/m material, he then bellows "Are we going to allow an unescorted male to investigate the vaginal area of a female"?  Of course, he had to answer his own question by bellowing even louder to impress everyone "OHHHHHH  NOOOOOO!!!!  I quickly told him "You are coming very close to calling me a sex pervert".  He seemed to realize what he had done and then in a more calm voice said "Oh no, I am pretty careful about that".  NOTE: At the bottom of this sad saga, you will see a few red paragraphs wherein I appeal to the rotten bastard(s) who started the sexual innuendoes about me to come forward and take full credit for what he/she has done to us and allow me to call him a "Lying Son of a Bitch".  I have a feeling Dr. Coder did not start them but he has not minded repeating some other lies and I have told him in writing this also makes him a liar.  I have all of the correspondence to substantiate this.  If I live to be 200 years old, I shall never forget the obese bully saying  "We have information you have been force feeding "Abby"!  She even sounded like the Nazis claiming they had information someone was helping a jew!  Can anyone reading this imagine the pain this caused me when I had patiently fed my friend thousands of meals with a  spoon when no one else would or could?  Some of those feedings took up to 3 hours!  I have seen her "aides" force feed Ms. Hatley in the same room with "Abby".  I later saw evidence where both "Abby" and Ms. Addy Bahrs  had been force fed.  Ms. Bahrs was "Abby's" later room mate in room #5 after Ms. Hatley passed away and was also mute, immobile  and required total care.  The reason for her insane charge stems from the fact that when CCC decided to make life difficult for me, they started deliberately medicating "Abby" before I could feed her.  I asked several CMAs and charge nurses if they could not wait until I had fed her all or at least part of her meal before giving her the medication.  About 10 minutes after medication, "Abby" would fall into a deep sleep and I had to patiently sit until she again opened her eyes and only then could I finish feeding her.  Ms. Bressman knew all about the problem and also knew that some of the CMAs would  work with me and others would not.  The real problem was that these medications were to be given at 12:00 noon and 5:00 pm., also the time for feeding. The law states that they have a plus or minus 1 hour window to give the medication and there was  no reason to do so just before my feeding her.  Indeed, every pharmacist I asked about the matter said Dilantin should be given with or after feeding.  I decided to perform a long term experiment to prove whether this method of giving her medication was accidental or in fact a sadistic method of harassing me at "Abby's" expense.  I started coming in a few minutes earlier before the 5:00 pm. feeding and still found her medicated shortly before I arrived.  I continued the experiment for weeks, eventually arriving just before 4:00 pm..  Only by arriving before 4:00 pm. and pushing her gerichair outside where it was difficult for them to medicate her was I able to prove the point and beat their system!  It should have been obvious to an intelligent person that I was thoroughly testing that system.  I had a few experiences with her where she vomited the Dilantin given on an empty stomach and it was not replaced. Ms. Bressman later told me she had told Ms. Ary how  the deliberate medication before  feeding made that feeding difficult and time consuming and she then twisted those comments around to allow her to hatefully say "We have information you have been force feeding "Abby".  Dr. Coder informed me that he would no longer  take care of my good friend and I would have to find another doctor!!  After everyone  had all the sadistic fun they could afford, they finally got down to the real reason I was "invited" to what I openly referred to as a charade in the first place.  Ms. Ary, Ms. Droessler and Ms. Miller decided that I could only visit "Abby" between the hours of 2:00 and 3:00 pm. Monday through Friday!!  Ms. Miller agreed and that made it all look as legal as anything does in Okie country.  Of course, the plan was thinly veiled to force me to move "Abby" since they would be able to discourage any other doctor from taking her as a patient and also prevent my presence during feeding and medication.  How would "Abby" be fed properly?  That is where the fools painted themselves into a corner.  One of the few statements the obese bully made that was truthful was when she said she did not want me to be in the home on Saturday or Sunday when she was not present, since that was when most of the complaints occurred.  That is fairly accurate but the reason was very simple - those were the days when they had the fewest and worst employees on duty!!  I  now started counting her attacks on me and this is #2.

I was told that Ms. Ary and Dr. Coder made life so miserable for any other doctor to see their patients in CCC that they soon gave up.  I was also told that a Dr. Poplin in Broken Arrow had been caring for a patient in room #7, next to "Abby's".  A few days before I was to attend the "Care Plan Meeting", I went to Dr. Poplin's office and could only talk to his receptionist.  I told her of our needs and she said "Dr. Poplin will call you one way or the other".  I never received a call from him!  Actually, Broken Arrow is a little red neck town where a few fat cats and bullies call all of the shots.  Click on the Retherford.html link at the end of this page!!

My mother in Iowa City, IA. was quite ill and next morning, 10/19/94, I drove the 600 mile trip to be with her.  I returned home on 10/26 and received a letter from Dr. Coder dated 10/18/94 and postmarked 10/24/94.  I asked a number of people for the name of a decent lawyer with knowledge of nursing home problems.  On 10/31/94, I had a conference with lawyers Mr. Glen R. Beustring and Ms. E. Diane Hinkle.  Mr. Beustring telephoned Ms. Ary and also sent her a letter dated 11/1/94 in which he advised her of the statutes requiring HER to maintain continuing medical care for "Abby" even if that meant hiring a new doctor or "medical director"!  Ms. E. Diane Hinkle sent a letter  to a Mr. Floyd Propps in Oklahoma City on 11/17/94  informing him of the suggestion they had made to Ms. Ary and suggesting he should inform her of the penalties for failing to attend to "Abby's" medical care, including time in a county jail!  Apparently Mr. Propps was an attorney hired by CCC or Ms. LaDonna Ross.  After only a few days, Mr. Beustring informed me they would have to have $5,000.00 up front.  I told him I did not have that kind of money any more and he agreed to continue working while I paid as best I could.

Billing records from these attorneys cover the period from 10/31/94 through 1/30/95.  All of their work during this period of time involved telephone calls and several letters.  Their total billing was $2,850.00!!  So they could understand some of the problems I faced at CCC, I had a medical stenographer, Ms. Donna Boyd, convert the taped conversations from the "Care Plan Meeting" to text.  This was a very difficult task since the people were so rude, several talking at the same time and talking right over my comments!!  She did the very best she could and devoted a large amount of time to the project at a cost to me of $495.00.

The billing records show numerous conferences between the 2 lawyers and several telephone calls to me and several visits with me in their office.  They also indicate telephone calls to Ms. Vicki Miller, Ms. Ary, Ms. B.J. Bressman, Ms. Coleen Bland and Ms. Wanda Bell, both with the 2 previous nursing homes, Mr. Floyd Propps and Ms. Suzanne Coldiron who worked for the Tulsa Area Agency on Aging.  I met Ms. Coldiron at CCC and during a 5 minute visit, made her very much aware of the many problems we were experiencing.  Ms. Coldiron supervised the work of Ms. Bressman and several other ombudsmen.  I do not know what the function of the Agency on Aging was supposed to be but was told by Ms. Bressman that Ms. Coldiron had been made aware of the fact that CCC was operating with insufficient help, frequently having only 1 "aide" for the 75 to 80 patients during the 3 to 11 shift and was going to come out some evenings or week ends to verify our statements.  As far as I know, she never visited CCC after hours or on week ends.  She was also aware of the charade called a "Care Plan Meeting"
and was going to attend with us but she was unable to make it!!  She was as much assistance to us as a stop sign in the Pacific Ocean and appeared only to do damage control.

The correspondence and telephone calls between the attorneys and Ms. Coldiron were related to a big meeting they were setting up between all of us to be held on 1/17/95 at CCC at 1 pm..  I drove to the attorneys office at 12:00 noon on that day as instructed and learned that the meeting had been canceled just a few minutes before!!  Of course, this was just part of the emerging plan of the thugs to inflict the maximum amount of pain and expense on me in the hopes that I would abandon "Abby".
A few days later, I was told by Ms. Hinkle that Mr. Propps had told her if I  "Did not shut up - they would charge me with sexually abusing "Abby" Hill"!!!   Was HE the originator of these ugly, sadistic sexual innuendoes or just repeating what some other person had told him?  Ms. Hinkle also told me the case was far more complicated and they would now have to have that $5,000.00 up front!!  I told her I still did not have this kind of money and terminated their services, determined to do what I could on my own.  Since I DO count the attacks on me, this is number 3 and it revealed exactly how ruthless these beasts are.

During the last week of March, 1995, I received a call from Ms. Mary Schofield, "Abby's" so called "case worker" from the Okie D.H.S..  I say "so called" because as near as I can determine, no one from the D.H.S. ever saw her.  She was delighted to tell me the federal computer had informed their State computer that "Abby" had been approved to receive widow's benefits.
She told me the amount and went on to say that I was to withhold $30.00 from the $591.00 for miscellaneous expense items and send the remaining $561.00 to CCC.  Apparently, the average Okie she talked to would be surprised to find they knew all of this information.  I took pleasure in informing her I knew all about this but had not yet received official notice.  In a day or two, I received a copy  of the Resident Account (Form #O-2025 - Copyright:  LaDonna Ross, 1991) from CCC indicating the Family Amount Due was $561.00 and a notation along the left edge reading: "eff. 4/1").  Remember that date and the amount - it will come up again in the matter of lying and stealing!!

I shortly received a letter from the Social Security Administration (S.S.A.) informing me that "Abby" would be paid a lump sum of $3318.00.  This is standard practice and covers the time from the date I applied for her benefits until the first regular check was sent to her.  I was advised to use that money to replace the money I had spent defending myself as her guardian.  The amounts were: $2850.00 to attorney Beustring and $495.00 to Ms. Janet Boyd, the public stenographer I hired to make a typewritten copy of the tapes from the CCC ("Care Plan Meeting") charade.  The $3318.00 essentially covered my outlay of $3345.00. It was not long before Ms. Schofield was delighted to inform me that they knew about the $3318.00 check I would soon be receiving and I should immediately bring it to them.  I told her I had received the check but did not intend to do that but  would use the check to replace the money I had been forced to spend because of the hell dumped on me by CCC AND the very same D.H.S. for whom she worked!  She ordered me to bring the check to their office so they could look at it.  On 4/12/1995, I walked into their office with the check in the unopened envelope sticking out of my shirt pocket!  On 4/19/1995, I received a delightful note from her informing me that  medical support for "Abby" was being withheld because the $3318.00 was over the $2000.00 limit allowed!  The next day I returned that check to the S.S.A. financial disbursement office with a short note telling them why.  I also asked that they hold it until I ask for it to be sent back.  On 4/24/1995, I walked in to the Tulsa D.H.S. office, signed in like everyone else, and after 3 hours sitting in the reception area where Ms. Schofield saw me dozens of times, I finally sneaked through the door and loudly demanded an end to this outrage and also asked for an H-1 form requesting a hearing.  I also asked for help from the Legal Services of Eastern Oklahoma.  I was soon interviewed by a female attorney, Ms. B. Joyce Smith and she was assigned to the case.  On 5/31/1995, at 1:30 pm., Ms. Smith and I had a hearing in the Tulsa D.H.S. office before Mr. Robin L. Hodges.  He was a D.H.S. Administrative Hearing Officer (poor man's version of a judge).  The D.H.S. supervisor, Ms. Whipple, with whom I had several sharp exchanges earlier, was "unable" to attend and a Ms. Nancy Jackson substituted.  Ms. Schofield also attended and the hearing started with Mr. Hodges noting for the record that I was recording it all on my tape recorder.  He also stated for the record that in case of a dispute HIS tape recorder would be final and I laughingly stated that I was certain neither of the recorders would lie!  After a few opening remarks, the hearing finally got underway and the matter of the $3318.00 check came up. When  Ms. Schofield was asked about all of this, she said the last she saw of the check, I still had it stuck in my shirt pocket.  Her tone of voice and expression was supposed to portray my lack of "reverence" for the damned check.  When Mr. Hodges asked if he could see the check, I said "No, I sent it back to the S.S.A. with a letter telling them exactly why I was doing so"!!  Silence - and a look on the faces of Ms. Jackson and Ms. Schofield like they had been hit with a brick.  The hearing lasted about an hour.  Ms. Smith had to offer me very little help since I  had ready and complete answers.  At the very end, Mr. Hodges asked Ms. Smith to get a letter from attorneys Hinkle  and Beustring  indicating whether their charges represented any other work for me in addition to that caused by CCC and the D.H.S. regarding my ward, "Abby" Hill.  That request was immediately sent to them and the simple answer, "NO", received and forwarded to the D.H.S..

After about 6 weeks, I received a telephone call from a Mr. Art Phillips at the D.H.S..  It was no surprise to learn that Ms. Schofield was no longer the "case worker" for "Abby" Hill and he had taken over the case!  He told me they had read the decision from the 5/31/1995 hearing and it was in favor of "Abby" Hill.  I told him I had not yet received my copy of this news but no one on our side would be surprised.  He then went on to tell me I was supposed to get the check back and give the money to CCC!!.  I told him I considered this D.H.S. new speak.  I told him I would do no such a thing UNTIL the D.H.S. put their step by step instructions in a letter to me.  He said he would have to run that by his supervisor, Ms. Whipple, and then get back to me.  I called Ms. B. Joyce Smith and asked what she thought of their decision and behavior and she was totally confused also.  I waited exactly 1 year, heard nothing from Ms. Whipple or anyone else at the D.H.S., told the S.S.A. to send the check and I promptly cashed it and used it to replace money I spent earlier.  My Guardianship Financial Statement reflects this.  I showed it as money received but still in contest.

It should be obvious to all readers that the OK. D.H.S. and D.O.H. do not care to commit themselves to anything permanent like a letter or tape recording!!

At this point, A good question might be asked, "Why did I not remove "Abby" to another nursing home while I still had the authority to do so"?  There were numerous times when I was so angry with the neglect and filth and their cavalier attitude about it that I considered picking her up in my arms and placing her in my car and driving from nursing home to nursing home until I could find one that would accept her.  Then I would recall the difficulty I had in placing her in each of the 3 homes and would try to figure out a way to cope with the ignorant system.  Also, after having been in 2 other homes, she seemed to accept this particular room, and her corner of it, as her "home" and I had hoped to allow her a continuing feeling of security.  I also did not know that lying, perjury, stealing and deliberate defamation of character were simply tools of the trade that a nursing home felt they could use any time and in any combination they felt appropriate.  I also had no idea of the part the thugs from the D.O.H. and D.H.S. played in this quasi criminal game.  It would be several years before I figured out why Ms. Vicki Miller was at the CCC charade called a "care plan meeting" and why Ms. Suzanne Coldiron was not!

Also, there were a very few times when either by design or accident she had an excellent "aide" caring for her.  Latoshia Abair took very good care of her.  One evening when I arrived I found "Abby" sitting in front of the sink, looking in the large mirror with a huge smile on her face!  Her hair had been combed nicely, she had a flower in her hair and lipstick with a hint of rouge!  She was pretty and she knew it!

She once had an "aide" who was a female doctor from South America, had taught in some universities there and while waiting to get all of her credentials and licenses together so she could start her own pediatric practice in Tulsa, elected to work in a nursing facility.  I heard her complain on several occasions to fellow employees about the lack of supplies and information about individual patient's needs.  She was the most efficient and hard working "aide" I ever saw in any of the 3 nursing homes.

The sad part was when the good workers discovered the slobs who placed a clean blanket over a bed still wet with urine and left it for the next shift, received the same pay as they did.  After a short time of covering for the slobs, and doing their work,  they would simply quit!

The "inspectors" for the the State of OK. D.O.H. would come to CCC once a year for their anticipated "surprise inspections".  CCC posted a notice on each outside door notifying everyone concerned that they were on the premises and individuals could contact them if they had any complaints to register.  On 6/14/95, I noticed 2 state owned vehicles parked near the northeast door I always used.  I suspected these might be for some "inspectors" but no notice was posted on the door I regularly used.  I  walked around to the front of the building where I found the notice posted!  I always used the northeast door since it was only a few feet from Room #5.  I suspected I was not supposed to know about the visitors.  After I arrived home from my 1 hour visit, I called CCC and asked to speak to one of the "inspectors".  I was asked for my name and then placed on hold for 10 minutes.  I finally talked to a Ms. Lisa McAlister and she tried to get me to give her my complaint(s) over the phone.  I told her it was not possible and she then gave me 10 minutes the following morning.

I arrived at the appointed time with my trusted tape recorder.  When she saw it, she absolutely refused to say one word until I shut it off!  I tried in vain to assure her it was only a memory enhancement device and could not make either of us look better or worse but she told me if I wanted any more of her time, it had to go.  Dear Readers: care to take a guess why they are so afraid of anything or anyone who will not lie?  Over the next 70 minutes, I was able to supply her with many incidents and dates, all without notes!  She told me they had noted some of the same problems and instructed them to keep her nails cut and clean, post notes over her bed about keeping her head elevated 30 degrees and taking her to the bath room frequently and also giving her water between food and medication.  When I reminded her that there NEVER was a clean towel and wash cloth in her room until a day or two before the "surprise inspections" and everyone knew it was a cruel hoax, she told me they knew they were being fooled all the time but management of these homes did not have to be too smart since the inspections were always at the same time each year!!!  The previous UPDATE!!! shows the corruption in the D.O.H. and all someone had to do was alert 1 nursing home in the Tulsa area that the "inspectors" were coming and that administrator then called every other home to spread the alert.

In less than a week, all the signs over "Abby's" bed had been torn down!  I told Ms. McAlister in a subsequent letter  it was just as well since few could read them.  I had suggested replacing the number 30 and the degree symbol with a line drawing showing the relationship between the flat bottom and the elevated back.  I used to find her bed flat very frequently when I arrived and the first thing I did was use the hand crank (WW2 models) to elevate her back.  I once reminded Ms. Ary  that if "Abby" is ill and vomits while flat on her back, she will die.  I also told her she knew it, I knew it and now she knows that I know it.  Once when I was totally frustrated over this matter, I asked the D.O.N. to witness the flat bed in spite of the sign.  She called in her "best aide", asked her to read the sign and demonstrate 30 degrees.  She cranked the head up 3 inches and said "there you are"!!

On 11/9/1995, I wrote Ms. Ary a letter complaining about a number of problems.  One of the subjects was the matter of her radio.  I had provided a small AM - FM radio and placed it on the night stand near the head of her bed.  I placed this little radio in her room at RNC and it was always tuned to an FM station with classical music and played at very low volume.  The "aides" generally allowed it to play during the day and turned it off at night.  At CCC, the "aides" seemed to hate either the radio or classical music.  They would not leave it on.  I stuck a note on top of the radio asking (those who could read) them to leave it on from 7 am. to 7 pm..  They first tore the note off so they could ignore it.  I replaced it several times.  Then they started tuning it to their favorite Okie station with whangers and bangers and frequently set the volume so loud it could be heard up and down the hall.  They broke the plug which I repaired.  I removed the tuning and volume knobs so all they had to do was turn it on and off.  I replaced the note several times.  They finally destroyed my nice little radio by reaching in with some sort of tool and destroying the tuning mechanism!!  In my letter of 11/9/1995, I told Ms. Ary I had enough and was going to replace this little radio with one that was much larger and heavier and not easily stolen.  I also informed her this special radio represented a considerable investment on my part and if it turned up missing or damaged, I would look to her for compensation.   It would have fixed tuning and volume with an electronic timer so I could record daily the number of hours it was turned on and no amount of lying could change it.  I urge you to click on the link near the bottom of this Page for the Orange Radio!!

I continued caring for the best friend I ever had as best as I could given the limit of 1 hour 5 days each week.  I brought her a 12 or 16 ounce bottle of her favorite sodas and fruit juices as well as a chocolate or cherry malt.  Each time I entered her room, I started talking to her in Portuguese.  As soon as she heard me and started to wake up, I washed her face with a wetted paper towel.  I then hand cranked (WW2 model) the bed as high as possible and with a pillow behind her, she was sitting very close to 90*.  NOTE:  After reviewing several thousand pages of her medical records, I found notations where a person had lied and stated I was giving her liquids while she was at 45*!!  It took from 10 minutes to 30 minutes to slowly get the liquid into her. On several occasions, I found her dirty and in need of help.  When I pressed the Call Button, the "aides" would not answer it and some of them told me Ms. Ary had told them NOT to talk to me.  It is not clear if she also told them not to help me or if that was their conclusion.  In any event, "Abby" was the one who suffered.  I left many times after 1 hour with no help for "Abby".

I had no peace of mind during the following months since I recognized the level of hatred and treachery of these people.  On Saturday, April 20, 1996, I received an Order Setting Hearing from Judge Edward J. Hicks.  There was no reason stated but I was told to appear in his court on May 3.  The following Monday morning I was in front of his office door at 8:00 am..  Of course, no one was present.  Shortly after 9:00, his secretary showed up and she was unable or unwilling to tell me when he was expected.  She told me about 9:30 to go home and she would ask him why I was ordered into court and get the information for me later in the morning.  I called hourly but she had never been able to ask him!  I finally gave up and drove  to the Court House and looked at the record of my Guardianship, PG 91-105.  It showed about a dozen entries from Ruth Ann Field at the D.H.S. and some correspondence from CCC and Dr. Coder.  I asked where I could look at these and was told the records were all in storage at a warehouse about a mile away.  I then went to Judge Hicks office and asked him directly why I was ordered into his court.  He would not look at me but mumbled something about the D.H.S. wanted to talk to me about my guardianship!!  I knew he was lying through his teeth because the D.H.S. certainly could talk to me any time they wanted to.  Also, the order stated "The Court, being advised of the premises of the case................".  Since he signed this Order he certainly should know about it.  Ms. Cynthia Campbell, his secretary got someone at the D. H. S. on the phone and supposedly was told they would send a letter to me or Judge Hicks.  I had already made them aware that I would have to act pro se in this stupid matter.   I then drove to the warehouse and found that my file had been checked out to Judge Hicks!!  I used their phone to call Ms. Campbell and ask if I could come to see my file.  She said she would check and call me at home.
She never returned my call, I never received a letter from anyone and I went into Hicks' Court pro se and denied due process every step of their ignorant Okie way.

On April 25, 26 and 27 I mailed a request to the administrators of each of the three nursing homes "Abby" had been in and asked for copies of every page of her medical records.  I sent the letters via Certified Mail.  Even though I was entitled to these records and hoped to have them for use in this case, each of the 3 administrators decided (probably colluded) to ignore my request.  After the case was over, I had to pay a lawyer to write these beasts and force the release.

Ms. B.J. Bressman, the ombudsman at CCC, volunteered to go with me to this hearing to learn what they were trying to do to "Abby" and me.  She lived in Broken Arrow and did not like to drive in the crazy Tulsa traffic.  I brought her to Tulsa and took her home after the hearings (trials) were over, usually 5 to 5:30 pm..  Each event ruined an entire day for both of us.

The first trial was set for 10:30 am. on May 3, 1996.  He did not get around to us until near noon.  The D.H.S. had borrowed a lawyer from the Public Defenders Office named Stan Lane.  Among other problems, he has very bad eyesight.  He has very thick glasses and holds a document about 2 or 3 inches from his face to read it.  We immediately learned how hateful he could be and how he had been poisoned by Ms. Ary and Ms. Field.  He soon got around to demanding that I be examined by a psychiatrist or psychologist to see if I was fit to remain as the guardian for "Abby".  I immediately rose to my feet and told Judge Hicks "Your Honor, the Nazis and Communists perfected that technique many years ago to rid themselves of ALL opposition"!  This created a little uproar but Hicks finally told Lane to send me a list of 10 doctors from which I should choose one.  NOTE:  I never received such a list.  I do not know if I killed the idea on the spot or if my telling Gov. Keating what the D.H.S. was trying to do us killed it.  Possibly my letter to George Miller, The Director of the D.H.S. "discouraged" them from going down this path.  I pointed out very vigorously to the judge that everyone had denied me due process and I did not like being led in here blindfolded and hit with a ball bat.  He told Ms.Ruth Ann Field to have their lawyers to look into the matter.  It is interesting to note the lengths to which these worthless thugs will go to destroy someone like myself.  They had another female, I think she was from the same pit as Stan Lane.  Her name was Pat Upton.  She never uttered a single word throughout the ensuing intermittent 2 year ordeal but was supposed to unnerve me.  She would sit and look at me for a few seconds and then start writing in a note pad.  Sometimes she would walk behind me while I was testifying, always looking and "writing".  I recognized it as part of their campaign of terror and mentally laughed at their ignorance!!  Soon Mr. Lane turned to the real part of the trial.  He said "Abby" had to have a feeding tube installed at once, it was an emergency and needed to save her life and I had refused to allow it or a swallowing test.  That was a total Okie lie.  Mr. Lane asked questions and Ms. Ary gave the choreographed answers so fast I could not keep up taking notes.  I noted over 4 dozen lies.  After he finished, Hicks asked if I had any questions for her and I replied "Not in this format".  I never heard of a swallowing test before this trial.  After the trials ended months later and I was able to get copies of the original correspondence, I learned Ms. Ary and Dr. Coder made statements to the D.H.S. in order to discredit me as her guardian and stampede the court into secretly ordering the installation of a feeding tube.  I remain convinced to this day it was done to reduce the cost of caring for "Abby" and eliminating the possibility of her choking to death when their ignorant fools force fed her.  I have since obtained her weight records and she was Considerably OVERWEIGHT at the time of the trials and secret installation of the feeding tube in her body!!  At the end of this trial I was temporarily removed as the guardian and told I "Must visit "Abby" in the lobby and in full view of everyone".  This leaves little doubt as to what these despicable thugs had told Hicks in the back room.  By the way, if you are naive enough to think the trials are what you see in the courtroom, you need some education in the matter.  The real trial is held in the back room or judges chambers.  The court room is just a showcase.  The laws of this rotten State allow ONLY 3 reasons for the removal of a guardian.  1 - If the ward dies.  2 - Financial impropriety.  3 - Low moral character.  It was obvious none of these fit the case but they were going to try #3.  I vowed to always refer to these people as a gang of quasi Nazi/Communist thugs.

I used to periodically drive to Oklahoma City and drop in to the pharmacy where all medication for "ABBY" was purchased.  I found out they were buying a large amount of Zovirax for her.  I checked in the Physician's Desk Reference (PDR) and found Zovirax specifically targets  Genital Herpes!!  Could this be the reason so much pressure was being used to get rid of me as her guardian?  At one point in this trial, I told Judge Hicks I knew about CCC purchasing Zovirax and if "ABBY" now had genital herpes, that was something new.  He fired back a statement to the effect that she would not have been able to discuss it with me.  Something distracted me and I did not pursue it at that time.  "ABBY" knew a great deal about genital herpes.  She worked at Automation Techniques with many other girls assembling satellite receivers.  At one time, they employed 250 or more in this plant.  Word spread through the work force that one of the girls had genital herpes.  It became so disruptive that the company had a nurse from the Dept. of  Health come to speak to the group.  She handed out a one page note explaining what this disease was and was not.  "ABBY" was all upset about it until I read and explained to her exactly what the note said about the subject.  Also, since she did not drive, I took her everywhere she needed to go, including pharmacies to pick up any items she needed and I would have known about any such problem.

Between the time I found out about their large scale purchases of Zovirax for "ABBY" and the time I was next due in court, I attempted to locate her gynecologist, A.N. Vammen, M.D..  "ABBY" had told me several years ago he seemed in failing health.  I found he had retired and his medical records transferred to another doctor's office.  I was not too surprised to find her records had been "lost".  I spent 3 days going through land records and checking out the several homes where Dr. Vammen had lived.  A chance conversation with one of his ex-neighbors gave me the clue to help locate him living on a farm he owned about 60 miles from Tulsa.  I found him in failing health but after I properly described my relationship with "ABBY", he told me everything he could recall.  He recalled "ABBY" and the Spanish lady who was another patient and always accompanied her to his office.  He described the partial D & C procedure he performed on "ABBY" ( I have since purchased all of those records) and was certain she never had Genital Herpes!!

The next hearing (trial) was set for May 30 and Hicks told Lane to have a swallowing test performed and bring the results into his court.  While I was driving Ms. Bressman home, I told her I had never seen a lying machine like Ms. Ary.  I asked her if     she might have any moral compass or attend any church.   She told me she thought she attended  the Church of Christ.  I thought there was one on the way to the nursing home.

I decided to locate the gynecologist "ABBY" went to for her annual checkup.  I found he had retired and his medical records placed in another doctor's office.  I checked there and found her records had mysteriously vanished!  I spent 3 days cheching the various homes her doctor had bought and sold and finally traced him to a town some 75 miles from Tulsa.  I found him living on a farm he had owned for years and in poor health.  After I properly introduced myself, he told me he did remember "ABBY" as well as the Columbian lady who also came with her for her annual checkup.  He also remembered the partial D & C procedure he performed on "ABBY" in St. John Hospital.  He said he never had a hint of genital herpes and was very dissappointed to learn about her current status.  I have since reviewed many thousand pages of medical records from every hospital and other nursing home and there is no mention of genital herpes or the need for Zovirax!

At the start of the second trial, Mr. Lane comes in waving some papers shouting he has the test and it is an emergency - the feeding tube must be installed now!!  Hicks asked Mr. Lane to let me see the papers.  I was trying to unscramble the very bad writing of the doctors who allegedly performed this test for a few seconds and Hicks had Lane take the papers from me so he could look at them.  He figured out that there were seven other things they had first suggested and the feeding tube was the last one!! I think Hicks realized this did not look too good.  I have since purchased a copy of that test from St. John Hospital and it did not look good for them. The arguing dragged on and the case was then continued until July 23.

I decided I could no longer stand the treachery of these thugs.  I called Ms. Julie Draughon, the lady lawyer who carried me through the guardianship process in 1991 in Judge David Winslow's Court and the subsequent Order forcing the various hospitals to release "Abby's" medical records to me, to see if she wanted any part of this present battle.  She was going to call me back but never did and I started asking and looking for a good lawyer.  I found a Woodstock and McKee listed in the Yellow Pages under guardianship law.  I talked to Mr. Charles Woodstock and he told me to bring $2500.00 cash and if they decided my case had merit, they would use this as the retainer.  They became my attorneys of record on June 23 and Sean McKee was assigned the case.  I pointed out that Ms. Ary had told about 50 lies under oath during the first trial and they ordered a transcript of her testimony.  There were many delays and continuations and the next hearing was on September 23.  Ms. Ary was forced to testify over the objections of Mr. Lane.  She looked very foolish and at times her testimony was so ludicrous the judge had to interrupt and ask her questions of his own.  It was obvious she had been told "It is very rare that anyone is ever convicted of perjury in a civil case, so just blast away".

There were other hearings.  MANY times Hicks would leave at noon and never be heard from again that day.  My lawyer could not find out if or when he might return.  Either Ms. Campbell did not know or possibly this was simple harassment.  We would wait around for hours and then finally all go home in disgust.

I continued to visit "Abby" between 2:00 and 3:00 pm. 5 days a week "In the lobby in full view of everyone" as "allowed".  They would locate her so it was impossible for me to get near her.  They would surround her with heavy furniture and/or other residents in wheelchairs and I had to put out a lot of effort and lose a lot of time just to get near her while several nurses and/or
Ms. Ary and Dr. Coder sat at the nurse's desk and smiled.  Frequently, they would use the Pat Upton trick of looking at me and then appear to be writing notes.  A young man I was told was Ms. Ary's son would use a large and loud floor polishing machine during 20 to 45 minutes of my visit, frequently bumping her gerichair or my chair, I had to assume this was deliberate  aggravation!!  What a lesson for a parent to teach her son. In spite of all the deliberate harassment, I continued to give her some liquids and brush her teeth and give her a facial or hair treatment or clean her feet in front of all!!  I turned their hateful scheme into a real blast!!  It was obvious I was getting on their nerves.  All of the visitors could see what I was doing and I answered more than one of their questions.  Sometimes they would have a band of Okie whangers and bangers perform in the lobby (at ear splitting volume) and I might brush her teeth twice.  On one occasion, the D.O.N. came back and yelled at me "You are forcing her to swallow that toothpaste".  I was way ahead of these fools and had a statement from the manufacturer of Viadent that it had world wide approval as far as any toxic components were concerned.  I had the tape recorder running and told her she was just bent on making trouble and why did she not go away.  I noticed Dr. Coder sitting at the desk smiling and I suspect she was just running an errand for him!  I am quite certain they installed a surveillance camera in the ceiling in her room.  They did a very poor job of it.  I performed several experiments that indicated I was correct.  One day as I came down the hall and passed her room #5 on the way to the lobby, I looked in and saw the most atrocious sight ever!  Ms. Bahrs in the other bed in her room was lying on her side right against the bed rail, her body covered with a blanket except for the anal area which was unusually red and fully exposed.  Ms. Bahrs was completely immobile so some person, Ms. Ary or an employee or someone under her control had arranged this.  I hardly broke my stride, continuing toward the lobby.  I was alert to any of their tricks.  They noticed that I ALWAYS got a paper towel wet with cool water and gently washed my friend's face.  This served 2 purposes, it actually cleaned her face and caused her to be more alert if she had been dozing.  There was a very small (36" x 72") toilet at the end of the lobby.  I used it to wet the paper towel and on those rare occasions when it was occupied, I would go back to room #5 to wet the towel.  On this particular day, that very small toilet was occupied but there was no way I was going back to room #5 with Ms. Bahrs so terribly exposed and a camera in the ceiling.  I waited about 10 minutes and it was still occupied.  I walked down another hall to a bathroom and wetted the paper towel and proceeded to clean "Abby's" face.  About 10 minutes later a very fat colored young man came out of that bathroom, looked right straight at us and then went back in and locked the door!  Since this little room does not have an air conditioning duct, it must have been very hot for the fat little guy and he soon  came out and just stared at us as he left.  You are left to figure out who planned that little trap that fizzled in their face.

On 8/9/1996, I wrote to Ms. Ary and asked her to explain the $561.00 which frequently shows up in the Family Balance column on the Resident Account.  Sometimes there was a 0 shown for the amount and in other months, there were numbers even the professional CPA I hired to look over the records could not reconcile!  She replied on 8/12/1996 that the record showed a Family Balance of $561.00 for the entire year.  That may be true but there were other months when the balance was shown as 0 and we have every right to think CCC was considering pocketing that money.  The CPA I hired called her and tried to reconcile the numbers but just gave up.  On 1/21/1997 , I went to Oklahoma City.  I had a short visit with Gov. Keating and he approved of the "ABBY" HILL "T" shirt I was now wearing.   I also saw Ms. Pattie Spencer in the OHCA to see if she could straighten out the $561.00 affair.  She tried to convince me it was my fault, I had made an "overpayment".  The record clearly shows I was told to pay this amount on this date and anyone could figure out what they would do to me if I failed to do so.  I also went to the office of Mr. Mark Liotta, my State Representative, and brought him up to date on what the rotten system had done to us.  He said he would call Ms. Pattie Spencer at the OHCA and get it straightened out.  He wrote me on 2/17/1997 and said Ms. Spencer still claimed it was my overpayment and Ms. Whipple from the Tulsa office would shortly send me a letter of explanation.  Guess what - I never received her letter!!  On 4/9/1997, I withheld $561.00 from the payment to Cedarcrest, bought a U.S.P.O. Money order in that amount, sent it with a detailed explanation to George Miller, the Director of the D.H.S., and told him to deposit  it in the OHCA account. I also told him I would trace it through the U.S.P.O. to be certain this was done.  60 days later, I did exactly that and have a photocopy of the Money Order showing he deposited it in the OHCA account.

On 8/22/96, I went over to CCC for my 1 hour visit and was met in the hall by the D.O.N..  She told me ""Abby" is out for a routine doctor's office visit and you can not see her today".  I was carrying my ever present tape recorder and when she saw me flip it on, she hastily retreated.  I recognized this as another Okie lie since people like "Abby" have no routine doctor's office visits.  When I returned home, there was a message on the answering machine from the same D.O.N. telling me I could not see "Abby" today but the call was just 5 minutes before the start of my visit and it was at least a 20 minute drive.  More hatred and harassment!

When I went to visit my best friend on 8/23/1996, I found her in her gerichair near the nurses desk.  I never cared where they placed her but it looked strange that she was out in the open.  I ignored the fools as usual and just started to talk to her when a nurse named "Sandy" came and started yelling at me "You are not to put anything in her mouth or brush her teeth".  She did not notice my tape recorder was running.  I had previously notified Ms. Ary  that the #4 tooth we had capped several years ago was now gone and the stub was rotting away.  I just assumed they had that rotting stub removed and that was the reason for ordering me not to brush her teeth or give her any food or liquids and asked her about it.  She shot back "You are not to put anything in her mouth or brush her teeth - Dr.'s Orders!! - she has just had a G-tube installed".  They had it covered with a blanket and I had no way to know.  My how some low life people love to blast us with that phrase!!  I then said "Thank you very much" and clicked off my tape recorder.  As I quickly rose to leave, I noticed Ms. Ary and what appeared to be every employee standing at the nurses desk, just staring at me like the ignorant fools they were.  What did the fools expect to see?  Remember the Dr.'s Orders - it will come up later.  I then   immediately drove home and notified Sean McKee, our lawyer.  He said he was just sick that this was forcibly done in secret and said he would talk to Hicks.  Nothing was ever done about it.

Sometime later, I became aware of this medical article that is very much to the point.  I have inserted it here, out of proper time sequence, because of it's relevance to the secret, forceful insertion of the feeding tube in "Abby".  It should be available in most libraries.  The authors are Thomas E. Fincane, MD., Colleen Christmas, MD. and Kathy Travis, MD..  It is in the October 13, 1999 issue of JAMA, the Journal of the American Medical Association, Volume 282, No. 14 pages 1365 - 1370.  The abstract is:

Patients with advanced dementia frequently develop eating difficulties and weight loss.  Enteral feeding tubes are often used in this situation, yet benefits and risks of this therapy are unclear.  We searched MEDLINE, 1966 through MARCH, 1999, to identify data about whether tube feeding in patients with advanced dementia can prevent aspiration pneumonia, prolong survival, reduce the risk of pressure sores or infections, improve function, or provide palliation.  We found no published randomized trials that compare tube feeding with oral feeding.   We found no data to suggest that tube feeding improves any of these clinically important outcomes and some data to suggest that it does not.  Further, risks are substantial.  The widespread practice of tube feeding should be carefully reconsidered, and we believe that for severely demented patients the practice should be discouraged on clinical grounds.

The 5 page article is easy reading.  It discusses the likelyhood of aspiration and pneumonia.  Data are presented showing the high percentage of patients who die within a few months to a few years.  I have ambulance records showing the times "Abby" was taken to hospitals with pneumonia and some of her friends and I personally witnessed one severe episode in TRMC on 12/30/1998.

I went to visit "Abby" the next day and found her in the lobby reclining in her gerichair and dozing.  The "food" pump was connected to a small hose leading to her chest beneath a blanket.  I started talking to her and she developed a severe coughing and gagging spell.  The D.O.N. and 2 other nurses ran over and one yelled very loudly, "Did she vomit again"?  When they arrived at her side and saw my tape recorder running, they all fled!!  Immediately after I arrived the next day, Ms. Ary and the D.O.N. came over and attempted to give me a letter.  I refused to accept it and told them to  mail it to me.  Ms. Ary then said I had to leave and not to bring the tape recorder again, it was illegal.  They then walked me out the door.  When I arrived for my visit the next day, I brought along a legal pad.  The door I always used was locked and I had to go around the building.  There was a notice taped to the door informing me, and supposedly others, that No cameras or tape recorders could be brought into the building!!  After Ms. Ary testified under oath that "Abby's" coughing and gagging were due to my giving her food and liquids, I started recording each such event on my tape recorder along with the exact time so I could calculate the frequency.  I knew they would eventually figure out what I was doing and ban the recorder, claiming I was violating her privacy and security. Never mind the fact that I was her legal guardian.  Any  time Ms. Ary speaks about her privacy, dignity or security, I remember the numerous times when I came into the room and found her uncovered, completely exposed, in her own urine and feces and have an urge to puke in her face!!  I continued bringing the legal pad every day I was allowed to visit her and noted ALL of the problems I found.

After only a few days of having "food" pumped into her body, "Abby's" teeth became badly stained brown and she smelled like rotten milk. Remember - I was now not allowed to brush her teeth!!  Her face developed a red color and she looked quite bad.  She shortly developed a rash on her forehead.  A rational person might  wonder if she was allergic to this "food".  I urge you to click on the link at the bottom of this lengthy Page titled "Abby's_teeth.html".  When  I visited her after less than a week of this mess, I found her located in a completely different location in the lobby.  I ignored the fools and immediately got a paper towel and started to clean her face when the D.O.N. suddenly appeared and loudly ordered me stop cleaning her face now and in the future!  As she left, I noticed Ms. Ary and about every employee standing around in a semi-circle near the nurse's desk.  I said, loud and clear, "Don't you look stupid"?

I continued my regular visits from 2:00 to 3:00 pm. daily except, of course, when I was in court.  The harassment continued with "Abby" being surrounded with heavy furniture and/or patients in wheelchairs.  Also, the floor always needed polishing at the exact time of my visits.  Hicks' hearings (trials) were unlike anything I ever heard of.  They seemed to drag on and Mr. Lane seemed to take endless delight in trashing my character.  Remember, according to Okie law, this is his only hope for getting rid of me as "Abby's" guardian.  Many times my lawyer, Ms. Bressman and I would wait for Hicks to return for hours, unable to find if or when he would return, finally give up and go home - another day wasted.

Finally, on 1/13/1997, the hearings ended and I was restored as "Abby's" guardian!  Ms. Bressman was with me and every bit as elated as I.  Mr. Lane has severe vision problems but it seems he has other problems, too.  After what he did next, I do not see how he could function in any capacity.  Ms. Bressman is tall and quite thin.  He thought he was addressing Ms. Ary who is not tall but is obese.  He mistakenly told Ms. Bressman "Now, you just make any rules you like and if he does not conform, just call Ruth Ann Field and we will be right back here again".  Apparently if he could get Ms. Ary to allow me only 5 minutes of visitation at 6 am., I would have to conform or he could again attack me!  I describe him as hateful and sadistic.  I came home and immediately placed an order for a "T" shirt with following words, front & back, in letters 3/4" high:

I wore this shirt everywhere I went, fine restaurants or church, seven days a week and washed it by hand as needed.  It stirred up a lot of comment and, of course, I was only too happy to answer questions and tell people all about our ordeal with the Cedarcrest Care Center (CCC) and the Okie D.H.S. and D.O.H..  I could tell certain  people were tired of seeing it and I knew an explosion would come sooner or later. If you are still counting - I was just put through attack #4.

When I went to visit "Abby" on 1/14/1997, it was like a different world.  She was located in a desirable spot and ALL forms of harassment had ceased.  Even the floor no longer needed polishing at this time!  They seemed to understand that I was still her guardian.  Possibly some could read the message on front and back of my "T" shirt.  However, they still located her in the lobby and I had every reason to expect this to stop.  The problems with the feeding tube were outrageous.  Several times the tube was plugged - no "food"!  Several times it was disconnected with large amounts of "food" going on the floor.  I NEVER spoke to anyone about this.  I would use a paper towel and write "food" on it, place it in the midst of the mess and leave immediately so they could not blame me for it.  While this cut my visitation down, it was the lesser of two evils.  I continued to carry my legal pad and make many notations as needed.  I recorded the time of each coughing and gagging spell and could easily see the frequency was now much greater than before when I was blamed under oath in Hicks' Court.

Immediately after I arrived for my visit at 2:00 pm. on 1/20/1997, the D.O.N. told me "Since you are her guardian you need to be at the Broken Arrow Medical Center tomorrow morning at 7:00 am. so they can replace the feeding tube"!  I replied "I am glad you noticed.  However I will not be there since I have an appointment tomorrow with Governor Keating to inform him what this hell hole has done to both of us".  She dashed away and returned later to tell me it had been rescheduled for 1/23.  I assured her I would be there.  I was at the Medical Center by 6:30 am. and after some delays, they started having me fill out some papers.  When we came to the one for Permission to Perform the Procedure, I told them I would be glad to do so as soon as I visited with the doctor and had a few questions answered.  Hours later, I was able to speak with Dr. Alice Friedman and she told me the feeding tubes should last multiple years.  This one lasted only 5 months and "Abby" could not possibly have damaged it.  She went on to tell me nursing homes are a problem for them, they tear the tubes up right and left.  She also told me there was absolutely NO reason I should not brush her teeth, in fact it would be desirable. Giving the patient a small amount of food or liquids is not a problem but some doctors will simply not allow it with no reason given.  I then signed the papers so she could replace the feeding tube and left.  I visited "Abby" in CCC at 2:00 pm. after the tube had been replaced and she was a mess. Her face and mouth had a lot of dried blood, they had made no effort to clean her.  I later found out from Dr. Friedman that "Abby" had no oral care for a long time and her mouth was filled with ulcers which they had to remove before replacing the feeding tube.  That was the reason for all of the dried blood on her face and in her mouth and it seemed no one at CCC could clean her up. When I visited "Abby" the following day, she still had dried blood on her face and in her mouth!   Again, I suggest you click on the link at the bottom of this Page with the words Abby's_teeth.html.

Sometime later, I purchased the medical records from the Broken Arrow Medical Center  covering the installation of the original feeding tube by Leon Yoder, D.O. on 8/23/96 and it's replacement by Alice Friedman, M.D. on 1/23/97.  Their lab tests indicated her Dilantin level was 5.8 and the therapeutic level is 10 to 20!  It shows the level way out of control as it was most of the time at CCC and GOD only knows how many seizures "Abby" was forced to endure because of it.  The first set of records shows the emergency contact was Lewis J. Newmire - FRND.  The second set shows the emergency contact was Ruth Ann Fields - FRND!!!  Ms. Field, Ms. Ary and Dr. Coder were the principals behind the lengthy and outrageous  court battle to remove me as her guardian.  Remember - I had never been removed - only suspended by Judge Hicks so the Okies could secretly and forcibly install the feeding tube.  I was returned to full guardian, much to their chagrin, on 1/13/97.  This  group of hateful individuals were so certain I would be removed as her guardian that they substituted the name of Ms. Fields and did not bother to change it even though I had to be present on 1/23/97 to sign several papers!!!

In early March, 1997 I stopped in at the warehouse where court records are stored and asked to look at my file.  I purchased copies of all correspondence from Ruth Ann Field of the D.H.S., CCC and Dr. Coder.  I noticed 2 copies of a letter Ms. Field had sent to Judge Hicks.  Very strange, indeed.  Unlike other letters she had sent to him, these 2 were on ordinary second copy onion skin paper, not a State of OK. D.H.S. letterhead.  A different typewriter had been used and it is anyone's guess where these were actually written.  They were  DATED MAY 1 and unlike every other document in this file HAD NOT BEEN OFFICIALLY FILED!!  On one of these papers, someone wrote in the upper right corner the word "judge" and in the identical place on the other the word "guardian".  Was this an effort by Ms. field to show she had informed me why I was being dragged into court?  I suspect they were antedated.  In any event, it was stupid since a letter dated May 1 would  have been little help to me since I was told to appear May 3.  I returned to the warehouse a few days later to purchase copies of these 2 letters from Ms. Field.  I then asked the man in charge to certify them for me.  He looked horrified and said "I can't do that - these have not been filed properly - that's illegal".  He called someone in the Court Clerk's Office and told them about the unfiled letters.  He sent them back to be properly filed and I now have copies with a much later date stamp and the originals.  I will call this to the attention of the current Director of the D.H.S. after other things are finished.

I also purchased a copy of another very interesting letter.  It was sent to Judge Hicks during my guardianship "hearing".  The letter was printed on a letterhead of the City of Tulsa - Urban Development Department - Tulsa Area Agency on Aging.  The letter was signed by Ms. Nancy Pfeifer, Long Term Care Ombudsman Supervisor, dated 7/19/96 and properly filed on 7/26/96.  She informs the judge that while Ms. B.J. Bressman is a volunteer ombudsman, she is accompanying me at these hearings only as a friend and in no way represents her Long Term Care Ombudsman Program. Of course, Ms. Bressman was never allowed to testify in my behalf, for reasons known only to my attorneys!  We are left to wonder why Ms. Pfeifer felt it necessary to take this preemptive strike against her.  I had told Governor Keating on an earlier visit with him regarding the case of "ABBY" that I felt the ombudsman program was a waste of time and money.  I said I thought some of the ombudsman were very dedicated but management above them were more interested in protecting their bureaucracy and the nursing homes than people like "ABBY".  Is it possible Ms. Pfeifer thought Ms. Bressman was not smart enough to tell the court, if asked, what she had observed and what her personal and professional relationship with us was?  I sent Ms. Pfeifer a letter on 8/20/2001 informing her I had a copy of that letter and considered it a preemptive strike against Ms. B.J. Bressman, just in case she could testify for us and against Cedarcrest.  Click on the Pfeifer_Letter link near the bottom of this page.

In the thousands of hours I spent with my best friend there was only once when I felt depressed.  On that visit, I elevated her head to 90* and tried to encourage her to drink the fruit juice I had brought her.  She kept turning her head sideways and pushing it into the pillow behind her head and moving it back and forth vigorously!  The mystery was solved when I next visited the pharmacy in Oklahoma City and picked up the computer printout of a list of pharmaceuticals purchased for "Abby". One of the items purchased was specifically for e-coli in the eyes!!  It does not require much imagination to see how it got there when we realize she was being cared for by filthy Okies who seemed to think stuffing b/m down the sink was normal and I have seen b/m laden towels & wash cloths frequently lying around her room.

On more than one occasion, I observed "Abby" pushing her head against her shoulder and wiggling it back and forth.  Sure enough, I could see her ear was totally plugged with ear wax!!  Each time this happened, I called this to the attention of the Charge Nurse and in a few days, I was charged by the pharmacy for a Murine Ear Wax Removal Kit!!.  It happened often enough that I once sat down and telephoned several kennels listed in the Yellow Pages.  I asked them if they routinely checked and cleaned the ears and teeth of pets brought to them.  They all assured me they did and I congratulated them for providing better care than a local nursing home!!  Each asked for the name of the nursing home and I was pleased to give it!!

I had my lawyer, Sean McKee, ask for another hearing the first part of April, 1997 to clarify a few words in the final Journal Entry in my case PG 91-105.  They slipped in a few words about always having the door open in "Abby's" room while I visited her!! For the record:  NO DOOR has ever been closed in any nursing home while I was visiting "ABBY".  Also, she lived in my home about 50% of the time from the fall of 1977 until she was destroyed by Okie medical wizards on the night of 9/8/89.  As stated earlier, I laced her into a girdle like back brace every morning before going to work.  She had me wash her back while in the bathtub EVERY morning.  With just a little effort the same bastards who started the stories with sexual innuendoes could have declared her my common law wife and I hope they die screaming with pain and spend a thousand years in hell for the deliberate trouble they have created.   I had hoped we might learn a little about the bastards who started the sexual innuendoes.  I did not have to go but I decided to do so and wear my now  (In)Famous "T" shirt.  That created a real uproar.  Mr. Lane went ballistic and he got Hicks so upset, he was screaming at me.  I pointed out that a guardianship is public knowledge and I thought the 1st amendment allowed me to tell whomever I pleased and in the manner I pleased.  My lawyer, Sean McKee, stood speechless during this insane uproar.  I was within one second of ripping it off and standing there with no shirt.  To Hell with dignity, I was dealing with crazy people!

I continued to visit "Abby" in the lobby through the month of January, 1997.  There were no visible signs of harassment.  The floor mysteriously no longer needed polishing at this time!  Of course, no one spoke to us or came near us.  I made the monthly payment in the form of a U.S.P.O. Money order and always mailed it on the 9th of the month.  Any time I needed to inform Ms. Ary of a problem, I wrote a letter on the subject and wrapped it around the Money Order.  Each payment was sent via Certified Mail with a Return Receipt Requested.  Since the record shows all payments were received, she can not claim she did not receive these letters.  20 of the 22 were never answered.  A list of the letters, their dates and a brief description of each will appear at the end of the Page.  The payment on February 7, 1997 asked that "Abby" be available for my 1 hour visit in her room, in her gerichair with a chair or stool for me to sit near her. Incidentally, there NEVER was a chair left in her room for me or any visitor to use!

The day after CCC signed for the payment, "Abby" was dressed and in her gerichair in her room when I arrived for my 1 hour visit.  I do not remember the exact day but it was about the same time I noticed Ms. Ary and an "aide" across the hall in Room #6.  They were moving the furniture around and I noticed another lady was moved in.  Her name was Ms. E. Devoe.  She was quite loud at times and spent much of her time cursing "George".  The doors on the two rooms, her #6 and "Abby's" #5, are across the hall from each other and almost perfectly aligned.  They had placed an overstuffed chair for Ms. Devoe in perfect alignment with the gerichair I used to sit near "Abby"!  That in itself might not be bad but they then started leaving Ms. Devoe in her room sitting in her chair with only a blouse to wear, nude from the waist down.  This was not an accident, it went on for months and the "aides" would go in and out of that room and leave her half naked and the door wide open!!  Many times when I arrived, Ms. Devoe was loudly cursing "George" and when she saw me, she started yelling "Hey man, hey man, hey man, come here man, come here man"  When I refused to look or answer, she started cursing me - "Goddamn you man, come here man etc." and I found the only way to stop her was to slightly close the door in "Abby's" room #5 so she could not see me.  These details are important since you will see it later as a part of the plan of a criminal mind!!  There were 3 possible ways they could place my gerichair next to "Abby's".  The one most often used was on the left of her chair and closing the door about 30* was sufficient to shut Ms. Devoe up.  The second was on the right side of her chair and closing the door about 10* was sufficient to shut Ms. Devoe up.  The third location was rarely used.  It was when BOTH of our gerichairs were rotated 90* and back up against the sink.  Then Ms. Devoe could not see me with the door in "Abby's" room wide open and that is the way it remained.  Of course, I can not show this in a drawing on this page.  However, whether the door was moved 10* or 30*,  we were visible to anyone going up or down the hall and indeed many people would look in at us and wave or smile. Once in a while, a brave "aide" would look in and wave or smile even though Ms. Ary had instructed them not to talk to us!!

I went to CCC to visit my best friend at exactly 2:00 pm. on 7/28/97.  I just started to wash her face and I happened to glance at Ms. Addy Bahrs in the other bed.  She was also mute and totally immobile.  Over the months, I had been talking to her and getting a slight response.  When I looked at her this time, I saw another crudely constructed trap set up by Ms. Ary or someone in her employ or under her control.  It too was just right for the surveillance camera in the ceiling. She was lying on her side and  her face and body were right up against the bedrail.  She was covered with a heavy blanket but an area about 12" in diameter was carefully opened, exposing her bare crotch area!!  Everyone knows I come alone and have no witnesses to the actions of a sick mind.  There are ways of proving this, however.  I immediately stopped washing "Abby's" face and went to her bed, near the door, and pushed the call button.  I checked the call light in the hall over her door and it was ON.  I soon heard an "aide" talking and working next door in Room #7.  After 40 minutes and no one answered the call, I left without going over near my friend or saying another word to her - another of their ignorant traps blew up in their face!  I wrote Ms. Ary about this on 8/9/97 and sent the letter with the monthly Money Order but, of course, no reply.

The running time meter on the (In)Famous Orange radio I built for "Abby" showed the "aides" were leaving it on about 3 to 4 hours a day, frequently not at all.  I always washed my hands immediately after entering her room.  I may wash them while visiting, depending on what I have to touch.  I always washed my hands when leaving and of course, I used 2 of the Z-fold towels to wash and dry her face.  There was a wall mounted dispenser for these Z-fold towels near the sink.  They used to keep it supplied, most of the time.  If it was empty, I would simply walk across the hall to a spare bathroom and get a few from that dispenser.  The criminal mind in charge of harassment decided to make things more difficult for me.  They stopped putting paper towels in the dispenser in "Abby's" room and started filling the spare bathroom with all sorts of junk, broken parts of wheelchairs, etc. in spite of the fact they have a very large basement where this stuff is usually placed!  I started bringing my own paper towels to see if this was just a temporary fit of insanity or forever.  It appeared to be forever so I located the distributor of the Z-fold paper towels and paid them a short visit.  After acquainting them with a few of these details and a bit about CCC, I asked for and received a simple little key to the cabinet!!  I simply opened the door when the dispenser was empty and left it hanging down!!  This worked wonders but remember - attack #5 is being hatched by the thugs.

I continued my 1 hour 5 days per week visits with "Abby" and talking to her a good bit of the time.  Our 2 gerichairs were reclining at the same angle and I frequently put my arm around her neck.  She would then lay her head over on my shoulder and I could practically whisper to her.  Under oath in Hicks' court, Ms. Ary told him "He is always in her face".  She taught me to recognize the voice of ignorance!!  "Abby" would squeeze my hand when I told her some good news and also kick her left foot when I told her something real good!!  The "professionals" said she did not know anything.  Over the months, her face had  developed a reddish color and her skin was rough.  Again, I suggest you look at the link near the bottom of the Page.  Before  her skin was very soft and light in color, could pass for an American anytime until she spoke a few words.

I was visiting "Abby" on 7/16/1997 when Dr. Coder and 2 females rudely  interrupted.  I immediately rose to my feet and started to leave.  I have a copy of the letter he sent to Ruth Ann Field in which he lies about me and helps stampede the court into carving up "Abby" and shoving the feeding tube into her body.  I consider him one of the treacherous beasts and do not care to even see his face or hear his voice.  He roared "Newmire, ya better stay here and see this".  Next he asks one of the females "Where is it".  She exposes "Abby's" right shoulder, the brilliant doctor looks at "it" for about 1/10th of a second and roars "This has to come off".  Possibly I should have looked amazed at one of the fastest diagnoses in the history of medicine!  I was unimpressed, considered it the start of attack #5 and started to chuckle.  He looked a bit upset,  I told him "That birthmark has not changed it's size, shape, color or texture in the 20 years I have seen it" and started to leave.  He looked like he was about to say something, I waved him off and said "Put it in writing" and left.  I knew this spelled trouble since nobody but nobody tells that rooster off in front of his bunch of old hens without repercussions.  He then sent me a letter on 8/11/1997 telling me to make an appointment for "Abby" with a dermatologist!! I keep thinking - Me Guardian - You Doctor!!  I wrote him on 9/2/1997 reminding him Me Guardian - You Doctor and also letting him know I have a copy of the letter he sent to Ruth Ann Field so she could stampede Hicks into secretly allowing "Abby" to be carved up. What he said about me not allowing a swallowing test was an absolute lie and I told him I care not if he originated or repeated the lie, he is a liar.  I reminded him that he had to ask a female "Where is it"? and this to me meant he knew nothing about it and made the world's fastest or worst diagnosis.  I also reminded him this looked like the start of attack #5.

I had been wondering for many months why Ms. Ary would deliberately perjure herself so frequently.  I decided to pay a visit to any Church of Christ and see what they taught.  I found one listed less than a mile from CCC and remembered I used to pass it each time I visited her. I had been eating at a Chinese restaurant in Broken Arrow for 17 years. I had been driving over for their Sunday buffet for many years and since the Sunday morning service at this church ended at 11:30 am., it was easy to do both.  I followed this schedule during the month of August, 1997 and visited this church on 8/3, 8/10/, 8/17/ 8/24 and 8/31.  I wore my (in)famous "T" shirt as usual and on each visit, I found a seat quite isolated from the mob.  This has always been my practice.  On my first visit, I was hardly seated before a man came over and introduced himself as Bill Keele.  I reluctantly gave him my name and he asked if I lived nearby.  I replied "Within 100 miles".  He asked where that was and I smiled and said "East Tulsa".  He stared at my "T" shirt and asked "Who is "Abby" Hill"?  I told him "She is a Brazilian widow I have known for many years, currently in a nursing home and being treated very badly".  He asked if the nursing home was nearby and I said "Yes".  He just stared at me for a few seconds and I added "I plan to pay your church 8 or 10 visits.  I am gathering some   information for a book".  He then said "Hope to see you again" and left.  I later observed he was the pastor of this church.  I visited the same church on 8/10 and the same Bill Keele came over to my somewhat isolated seat and said "Good to see you again".  On the 3 subsequent visits, he turned his head when he saw me.  I did not know Ms. Ary attended this church until my visit on 8/17.  After the service, I saw Mr. & Ms. Ary drive off the parking lot.  After my 8/24 visit, I drove to the Chinese buffet as I had been doing for many years.  As I started to enter the building, I saw a car that looked like theirs just slightly out of sight.  In light of what happened later, it is possible they knew my routine and beat me up there so they could say I followed them, which indeed Ms. Ary did, big time.  I was in this restaurant about 1 hour and neither Mr. or Ms. Ary ever came inside.  I have been eating with this restaurant for so many years Ms. Alice Shii, the owner, generally gives me hot tea and a dessert plate with my relatively inexpensive vegetarian dish!

I had an uneasy feeling all day and something told me I should get a picture of "Abby's" teeth while I still could.  They were now looking real bad.  Remember, I was banned from brushing them and I had good evidence the CCC "aides" were not brushing them.  They had some cheap toothpaste and a tiny brush in a drawer.  I had marked both for months and they were not being used.  Early the following morning, I visited the office of a professional photographer who had done some work for me and he agreed to meet me at the northeast door of CCC just before 2:00 pm..  I told him about the camera in the ceiling and just make sure his camera was not visible when we walked in.  I told him they all hated me and it was unlikely anyone would come in if we could be finished in 2 or 3 minutes.  I purchased some white latex gloves from a medical supply so the thugs could not say I put germs in her mouth!!  He arrived at the exact time, we walked in side by side and no CCC employee was visible in the hall or at the nurse's desk (not unusual).  "Abby" was in her gerichair, he popped out his 35 mm. camera with electronic flash and as I held her mouth open, he got 3 shots.  I showed him the (In)Famous Orange Radio I had been telling him about.  Of course, it was turned OFF, I turned it ON, he listened a few seconds and I walked him to the front door.  All of this took about 2 but no more than 3 minutes.  I saw a female walking down the hall and she was staring at the photographer.  I thought she looked like one of the females who accompanied the medical wizard on 7/16/1997 when he gave the fastest or worst diagnosis in medical history.  I am certain she knew what was going on from the surveillance camera but must have been confused since his camera was not visible.  She did not say a word to either of us but I knew attack #5 could not be far off.  The link to her teeth near the bottom of this Page shows my fingers in the white latex gloves.

When I returned home after my visit on 8/26/1997, there was a message on my answering machine form a Detective Bross in the Broken Arrow Police Department.  I tried to return the call and was forced to leave a message on his answering machine.  I told him I had no idea what he wanted of me and I would try to contact him the following afternoon.  I also told him I would record the conversation and if he objected, just do not talk to me!  I reached him on 8/27/1997 and he started off by telling me it appeared I followed Ms. Ary to the Chinese restaurant.  I immediately could see the machinations of a fat cat in a small red neck town.  I pointed out to him in no uncertain terms the number of years I had been eating in that restaurant and the number of years I had driven over to their Sunday buffet.  I challenged him to talk to Ms. Alice Shii and verify what I had just told him.  I later gathered Ms. Shii and their employees together and asked them if Mr. Bross or anyone else from the Broken Arrow Police Dept. ever called and the answer was "NO".  I also described Mr. and Ms. Ary as best as I could and no one could recall ever seeing them in the restaurant.

When I visited my best friend on 8/26/1997, Ms. Devoe was screaming and cursing and then started cursing me.  They had placed my gerichair on "Abby's" left side and I pushed the door over a bit so she could not see me and the cursing stopped.  A female came in and never looked at us.  She walked over to the other bed, occupied by Ms. Addy Bahrs, just stared at the "food" pump by her bed, did not touch a thing , turned and left without looking at us but did hit the door with her hand to force it completely open.  Of course, the cursing resumed and I pushed it up a little as described earlier.  I thought she was the same one who came into the room with Dr. Coder on 7/16/1997 and also stared at the photographer as he left the day before.  I made a note in my legal pad that I thought this action was a ruse.  During my visit the following day, we had an exact replay.  I was certain it was a ruse, playing for the surveillance camera in the ceiling.  During my visit the following day, 8/28/1997, we had an exact replay with one slight twist.  She really hit the door hard and it made a loud noise as it hit the door to the toilet just behind it!  They had placed my gerichair on the right side of "Abby's" and the door in her room had been pushed very little to shut Ms. Devoe up.  As this female started to leave the room, I quietly asked "Does that door bother you"?  She turned around and started yelling at the top of her voice "That door is to be open every hour you are here".  Of course, I know what that is all about but I did not know if she was just a bad PMS case or if she was playing for the camera in the ceiling or wanted to be heard at the nurse's desk, some 40 feet or more away.  I had been told to shield "Abby" from any physical, audible or visual shock as any of these can trigger a seizure.  I rose from my reclined gerichair, legal pad in my left hand and ball point pen in my right hand, walked over near her, stooped down (I am considerably taller than she) and softly asked "What is your problem - that door has never been closed ONCE in the years I have been visiting "Abby".  She screamed the same charge even louder and I, quietly pleading, kept asking her about her problems.  She finally told me she owned this nursing home (I thought for a moment I was arguing with Ms. LaDonna Ross) and then corrected herself to say she was the D.O.N. and she looks after the safety and welfare of their patients.  I felt the saliva her loud mouthed explosions had deposited on my face and I said "Why don't you just get out of here so I can continue my private visit with my ward"?  She left, I washed my face and since it was now 3:00, I said a few nice words to "Abby", kissed her on the cheek and left.

When I arrived the following day, 8/29/1997, the door I always used was locked.  This usually meant Ms. Ary was having a fit.  I took the long way around the building and arrived at "Abby's" side but before I had time to say anything to her, 3 men rudely entered the room and started yelling at me that I had to leave IMMEDIATELY!!  I started to say something to my friend when one of them yelled "None of that, you have to go NOW and we are not going to argue about it".  He was the one who gave me a letter of some sort.  I asked "Who are you people"?  One identified himself as Detective Bross.  I remembered him from a previous lengthy telephone conversation about my eating at a Chinese restaurant.  The second gave me his business card identifying himself as Kelly Harper, an "investigator" for the Broken Arrow Police Dept..  The third man did not care to identify himself but was probably Larry Johnson.  More on him later.  All 3 of these hateful men marched me out of the building, just one step behind, and repeated several more times "If you ever set foot on this property, you will be arrested"!!  Just before I got into my car, I turned to Detective Bross and said "If you just knew what they have done to me in that place, you would have a little different view".  I then drove to Tulsa and had their hateful letter copied and left a copy with Sean McKee.  I told him I had no idea what this was all about unless it was the start of attack #5 I had been predicting.  I had no idea it could be connected with the loud mouthed explosion of the female who yesterday told me she was now the D.O.N..

On 9/2/1997 at 8:30 pm., I received a rude telephone call from Ms. Ruth Ann Field.  She told me I was to be in Hicks' court on 9/4 at 1:30 pm. and hung up!  I attempted to reach Sean McKee to inform him of this new outrage but was unable to do so.
Attack #5 was underway.

On 9/3/1997 at 9:30 am., I was able to reach Sean McKee at his office and tell him about their latest outrage.  At 3:30 pm., Ms Ruth Ann Field banged on my front door and handed me the Order to Appear in Hicks' court the following day.  I never asked how they could give such unreasonable notice but I am sure they declared it an emergency or used some other dirty trick to justify their methods!!

On 9/4/1997, I had just stepped out of the bathtub when some moron started banging on the glass window in the storm door so hard I was certain it would break.  I was getting ready for a day in court.  I opened the door to see a monstrous officer from the Tulsa County Sheriff's Office.  He apparently did not know what a the doorbell button was for.  He handed me a summons to appear in court on 9/17/1997 to answer a request for a Protective Order filed by - guess who - Ms. Deborah J. Ary!!  I later learned some lawyers teach their female clients to do this in an attempt to destroy a man - it is just routine hate.  Later that day I was in Hicks' Court with Sean McKee, my lawyer, and Ms. B.J. Bressman.  The D.H.S. lawyers were Mr. Stan Lane and a Mr. Pierce from Ok. City.  They intend for this to be the final act of their vendetta.  Ms. Ary and Judith L Schneider testified against me with the usual nearly 100% perjury.  They both said "I was seen groping "Abby's" breasts!! There may be some things a person could forget after years - not that - they are pathological liars and there IS a good way to prove whether they or Mr. Newmire is a liar.  For that action - they enter the group of slobs I hope die screaming and spend 1000 years in hell.  I will state under oath and before a polygraph I never "groped her breasts in the many years I have known her".   Much of the argument centered around the matter of the door - was it open or not.  Ms. Schneider proves to be a pathological liar and again, there is a good way to prove who is right and who is wrong.  I testified about Ms. Devoe in Room 6 half naked and allowed to scream and curse me.  Again, Ms. Schneider and Ms. Ary perjured themselves repeatedly when they claimed she was bedfast.  That is not quite true - she was able to get around with great difficulty and a few times actually stood in her doorway, half naked, screaming and cursing either "George" or me.  Once while I was visiting "Abby", I had the door pushed up about 10* and I heard a loud noise across the hall.  I left my gerichair to look and saw Ms. Devoe lying in the middle of the floor in an awful mess of urine and large amount of diarhetic feces!!  I stepped into the hall and finally saw an "aide" at the nurse's desk and simply pointed to Room#6.  She looked and then summoned a nurse named Sandy and soon Ms. Donna Hahn, the then D.O.N., arrived.  When they noticed I was looking and taking notes, they slammed the door shut and after a little mopping and a great deal of spraying over a 30 minute period, they left but closed her door.  We know the books at CCC are cooked.  I have reviewed hundreds of notes scribbled on my legal pad as I visited with my best friend.  I can show the date and minute when Ms. Devoe slipped and fell in that awful mess!!   If they did not record this incident, it is further proof the books are cooked.   If they did, it proves Ms. Devoe was able to get around some in her room as I have stated and Ms. Ary and Ms. Schneider perjured themselves willingly.   Some bastard had told them I was violent and an armed guard sat beside me during the entire trial and actually walked out the door with us.  Sean McKee told me they had extra guards outside the door of Hicks' Court!!  My testimony was detailed and I drew a large picture showing the relationship between the various doors and exactly what I had to contend with.  Ms. Field sat in the back row laughing and pointing at me while I was testifying!  Judge Hicks acted as if he did not see all of it.  Apparently she could not read the posted rules about turning pagers and cell phones OFF - hers went off during my testimony but, of course, she was not asked to leave.  While this hearing (trial) was set for 1:30 pm., back room maneuvers delayed it until 2:30 - adjourned at 5:00 until 10/16/1997

This is a word for word copy of the handwritten complaint of Ms Deborah J. Ary filed on Sep. 03, 1997.  It was a PETITION FOR PROTECTIVE ORDER and was assigned Case # PO 97-2643.  It claims the incident causing the filing  of this petition occurred on or about 8/24 & 8/31 & 9/2.  The text reads:

This man begun attending the church that i am a member of recently.  I saw him as i was going to my car 8/24.  After church my husband & i went to china rest. in b.a.  i was too upset to go in so mike went in to order.  i looked up & saw newmire standing by the door of rest. looking at me.  when he saw that i saw him, he went in.  on mon. 8/25, i called my pastor, bill keele.  bill said this man had attended church the past 3-4 sundays.  when bill met him, bill inquired about the tshirt he always wears "i am the legal guardian of abby hill".  newmire told him he was guardian of a resident in a nurs. home in b.a. & i am here for a purpose"  newmire asked bill what he knew about cedarcrest 3 times.  i have feared for my safety as well as staff & residents because of this man's actions & demeaning "hateful sadistic attacks" letters over the past 4 yrs.  yesterday, i was at nail salon & he showed up next door for a haircut.  i asked barber after he left if he came there often & he had. this frightened me.

Note:  She used block letters with only a few larger letters that looked like capitals.  Apparently, there was not enough room on the form so she wrote on the left margin and that text reads:

this man wears this t shirt 7 days a week against judge hicks orders.  stan lane, public defender, has obtaining suspension of guardian eff. last week.  newmire slapped one of my nurses week.  i can't do my job or relax for fear.

A few comments: 1 - I have spent many hours sitting in this same court room listening to these Petitions for Protective Orders.  Most are from women against men and I observed about half being thrown out.  Lawyers have told me most should be called Defamation of Character. 2 - I have every right to suspect they raced up to the Chinese restaurant knowing I was going to come to very soon.  3 - I never saw either of them inside. 4 - The words "I am here for a purpose". is a lie, I have no idea whether Ms. Ary or Mr. Keele is lying and do not care.  5 - The words "Newmire asked Bill what he knew about Cedarcrest  3 times". is a lie, I have no idea whether Ms. Ary or Mr. Keele is lying and do not care.  I am satisfied there is a pathological liar in that Church of Christ.  I never mentioned the word Cedarcrest and ANYONE who knows me knows I do not ask the same question 3 times.  6 - I had my car parked out near the street at this little strip center in exactly the same spot where I have for the 6 years  I have been getting my hair cut in that same shop!  When I went in that shop, there were NO cars parked in front of the several other shops.  I waited about 15 minutes to get my hair cut and as I was leaving, I noticed what I thought was the Ary car right in front, I had to walk around it.  I started to get into my car and then had an idea - I went back to the barber shop and told both men "I think that car in front belongs to Ms. Ary, the obese bulldozer who has been covering up the poor  treatment of "Abby" at Cedarcrest and using the D.H.S. and court system to sadistically attack me.  If her butt is 30 to 36 inches across, I am right". 7 - If, as her own words say, Newmire does come to this shop often to get his hair cut, why does she go on to say "This frightened me".  Just trying to make more trouble for me, possibly?  8 - Judge Hicks NEVER "Ordered" me to remove my "T" shirt.  He did not like it and he shot off his mouth a lot about it but he never Ordered me to remove it!!  9 - I did not slap her nurse and it took a 2 day trial to show what pathological liars these hateful people are.  More on that later.  The barber shop has been in the same location for many years, long before I started going there but the hair and nail salon moved in about 6 or 7 weeks before this incident.

I had originally picked Woodstock & McKee to represent me in court because I thought the whole matter was a guardianship case.  In order to finally get rid of me, someone decided to make this a criminal affair.  I called Sean Mckee and told him I thought they did the best they could for us in the guardianship affairs but someone has decided to make it a criminal case.  I asked him to refer me to an attorney more able to cope with this type of thug.  He suggested Mark Zannotti.  I made contact, paid a retainer and we started working on the case, set for trial on 9/17/1997.

I paid the Clerk of Court the $20.00 fee to have the case recorded.  Incidentally, I did this for each of the other trials.  On 9/17/1997, trial was held in court room #158, Judge Alan Klein presiding.  Ms. Ary and Ms. Schneider, the D.O.N., were both in the room.  Our case was called first and Ms. Ary took the stand and spent all of her time telling the judge everything she did not like about me.  She thought she was doing great, just ripping me up one side and down the other.  The judge finally grew tired of her tirade, he had seen this before, and started banging his gavel and asking her questions - Has this man ever threatened you -well NO.  Has this man ever sent you any threatening letters - well NO.  Has this man ever made any threatening telephone calls - well NO.  Has this man ever been seen around your home - well NO.  After a bit of this stupidity, Mark Zannotti rose and said "Your Honor, I ask that you demur to the evidence".  Judge Klein banged his gavel in what I saw as disgust and said "Case dismissed".  Ms. Ary left the stand bawling like a baby and Mark Zannotti immediately rose and asked the judge for attorney's fees!  The judge again banged his gavel and said "File them".  We did have them back in this same court room on 10 /08/1997 and sued for Zannotti's attorney's fees.  The judge said "Yeah, I remember this case",  he pointed to me and said "This man had the audacity to eat in his favorite Chinese restaurant and get his hair cut at his favorite barber shop"!!  Zannotti asked for $600.00, the judge agreed and told Ms. Ary "You got a bargain".  Her attorney, John A. Bugg, sent him a check for $440.00 and dared us to do anything about it!  How do these slobs sleep?  Later, I attempted to purchase a transcript of the case and found it had not been recorded!  Is this just Okie incompetence or did big money get involved here?

I felt good for about 1 minute.  Mark Zannotti and I started to leave the room and were blocked by another monster from the Tulsa County Sheriff's Office.  He asked to see my driver's license and then slapped a pair of handcuffs on me.  Mark had been dealing with the Tulsa County Prosecutors Office and did not think they were going to pursue the assault and battery charges filed on behalf of Ms.Judith Lynn Schneider.  He had asked me if I wanted to plea bargain and pay them several hundred bucks and not have a trial.  I told him to tell them to "Go to hell - Mr. Newmire does not contribute to extortion".  Mark threw his jacket over handcuffs so they were not visible and we walked out another door.  Ms. Ary, Ms. Schneider and their Okie supporters were jeering and throwing insults at me but we missed most of it.  Real Okie slobs.  I gave my billfold and car keys to Mark and then I was marched off and given the full treatment.  I was shackled, fingerprinted, photoghraphed, searched and had everything removed including my heart medicine.  I do not have one nice thing to say about the bunch of Okies with whom I came in contact.  I was put in a concrete holding cell - made a collect call to Mark Zannotti and just treated like all the other criminals.  I was shackled in a hall with some real thugs.  One of them commented I did not look like a hardened criminal!  Finally we were led to a large steel cage and told to pick up a mattress and go in and find a bed.  I had polio as a boy and do not have a lot of muscle power.  Since the young guys took all of the lower beds, I had to work real hard to get my mattress on a top bed.  Then I had to crawl up the cage bars like a monkey to lie down.  I did so - made myself comfortable and then proceeded to actually go to sleep thinking  about doing what I am doing right now - exposing all of the Okie rot "Abby" and I have been put through for the world to see on the Internet!!  I was asked all along the way if I was going to "bond out" and my answer was always the same "I am not paying these sons of bitches one penny" and I did not.  Mark Zannotti got me released into his custody about 4:30 pm..  I had not been offered a thing to eat or drink - real nice bastards!!  They now have my picture with a number superimposed on it in their files.  For a guy who has never raised a hand in anger against another human, does not smoke, drink or party and has had no contact with police, not even a parking or speeding ticket, I can hardly be expected to forgive or forget this gang of inhuman beasts.

My day in court to do battle with Judith Lynn Schneider was Monday 11/17/1997.  It was held in Room #173, Judge Rick Clark presiding,  As we went through the jury selection process, I had a form to use for selection of jurors and when Mark Zannotti and I compared notes we  were very close!  One female (her name is known to me but not given here), kept her eye on me and smiled during the entire trial.  Ms. Schneider appeared to be unusually hyper and gave her usual nearly 100% perjured testimony.  Detective Bross made the most ludicrous statement possible by quoting me as saying "If you knew what SHE had done to me, you would know why I hit her"!!!  This bit of perjury proves my point that Broken Arrow is a little red neck town where a few fat cats call the shots.  Mark Zannotti had a surprise for Detective Bross.  During his cross examination he was forced to admit he worked part time for and was paid by Larry Johnson, on Sundays and during special events, directing traffic at the Rhema Bible Training Center and Church in Broken Arrow!!!  Larry Johnson was identified by Ms. Ary as CCC "Head of Security" and probably the one who would not identify himself on 8/29/1997 when the 3 men viciously removed me from CCC!!!  Steve Hightower is a Negro and he was the man the Tulsa District Attorney decided should prosecute this case even though they had no witnesses, no evidence and a massive amount of evidence there was a vendetta in progress and this was just part of it.  Details like these mean nothing to the Okies, their overriding concern is to Let NO GOOD DEED go unpunished!!  He was particularly vicious in his attacks on me personally.  This was at a time when the District Attorney was telling the press how overworked and understaffed they were and vicious criminals were being plea bargained right back on to our streets!!  Figure for yourselves how much big money figured in this little game.  Ms. Ary sat in the back of the room to give moral support to Ms. Schneider as she had done for her on 9/17/1997!!  Our trial was interrupted many times by other more important cases and then restarted and finally adjourned at 5:00 pm..

Tuesday, November 18. 1997 was our day in court.  It was supposed to start at 8:30 am.,  the last juror dragged in at 8:55.  No one from CCC was present and I testified for over an hour.  Mr. Hightower became very upset with my precise and very  complete answers.  I deliberately worked on this point.  I gave Mark Zannotti a Perry Mason demo of how I would have had to twist my hand and body to strike Ms. Schneider the way she testified.  I smiled at the jury throughout and they appeared to be very interested.  They had looked sleepy during the Schneider and Bross performance!  Judge Clark bashed Mr. Hightower twice and finally told him "Mr. Hightower, if you ask that question again, your examination is ended"  Getting  him upset really made my day!!  Like the day before, our trial was interrupted many times.  Final statements to the jury was at 3:00 pm., the  judge told the jury to weigh ONLY the testimony and then gave them 13 lengthy instructions.  They returned at 5:00 pm. with a "UNANIMOUS NOT GUILTY VERDICT".  The same lady was still smiling at me and she had been selected as their       foreperson!

We were all back in Hicks' Court on 1/27/1998.  Ms. Ary and Ms. Schneider kept up their perjury and insisted on telling the same story about the case just discussed and in which I was unanimously acquitted!!  Ms. Ary testified "Abby" did not need a guardian or Cedarcrest could act as her guardian!!  One might suspect Cedarcrest would not find much fault with the care given "Abby" by Cedarcrest!!  Talk about insanity - an attorney sent down by Cedarcrest to keep tabs on the proceedings asked  the judge to excuse Ms. Ary and he told the judge that suggestion of hers was just not possible!!  Ms. Ruth Ann Field from the APS of the D.H.S. testified she had been "investigating" complaints against me for 7 years!!  Of course, she did not say whether a single one of those complaints had any validity.  One might think if any one of those complaints indicated a problem that affected the health and well being of my ward "Abby" Hill, she would have confronted me.  She never did.  Mark Zannotti got her to admit she knew my telephone number and address and he assured the court neither had changed since July, 1973!!  Her "investigations" are exactly like the Nazis/Communists used for years, go out and get all the negative information you can and save it to use against someone on a day like this.  Therefore, Ms. Field is either a liar or hopelessly incompetent or both.  It does not matter because she brings into a court the strength and reputation of the State to help destroy someone who has been a problem for them or their good friends.  Court was recessed for lunch and after lunch, there was no sign again of Judge Hicks and no indication of when he might decide to return.  I sat in the court room for hours with Ms. B.J. Bressman and Mark Zannotti was with us part of the time.  Late in the afternoon, we saw Hicks running up and down the hall, Zannotti found out there was a meeting going on somewhere and he got in on it.  Apparently Lane and Field were talking to Hicks and Mark got in on it and suggested that I be returned as "Abby's" guardian - I am the logical one for that responsibility - and maybe we could move her to another nursing home.  After all, that was one of the arguments of Ms. Ary and her crowd, they could not stand dealing with me.  Ms. Bressman said that sounded like a real good deal and she was sure the Mayfair Nursing Home in South Tulsa would gladly accept "Abby".  Incidentally, it is at least 100 times more desirable than Cedarcrest.  Mark took that suggestion back to the meeting and soon came out to tell us Stan Lane wanted another hearing to blast me and Ms. Field had said she "Did not want "Abby" placed in a home ran by a friend of a friend of Mr. Newmire".  Ms. B.J. Bressman was the ombudsman at the Mayfair but I certainly knew no one there. I told Mark Zannotti the statement of Ms. Field was as ignorant as I had heard to date and I certainly could not understand red neck logic!!  Read on - I believe we later figured out why Ms. Field desperately did not want "Abby" moved.  We were told to return at 10:30 am. on 2/24/1998.

I had several short visits with Mark Zannotti and he absolutely assured me "Hicks is going to pop them and then we are going to pop them".  He felt Hicks was going to return me as the guardian of "Abby" and  he planned to sue Ary and others over my malicious prosecution.  I picked up Ms.B.J. Bressman and we were in Hicks' Court on 2/24/1998 at 9:45 am..  We found Judge Hicks, Ms. Cynthia Campbell and Ms. Cindy Workman in the court room listening to a line of B/S from Stan Lane.  When it became obvious we were not going to leave, they did and each of them turned their heads to the side to avoid our eye contact.  I told Ms. Bressman I was certain the decision to remove me had already been made and we were just being forced to waste more time and money.  I told Mark Zannotti the same thing.  Trial started about 10:45 am..  The D.H.S. lawyer from Ok. City was not present, Stan Lane could handle this charade on his own.  He put Ms. Ary on the stand, she repeated her same perjury but added a new twist.  She said under oath I had called her employees sons of bitches in my correspondence.  I have copies of all of my correspondence and that is a lie.  The court adjourned about 12:15 for 30 minutes.  We ate a snack outside the door to the court room and observed a strange event.  Stan Lane, his "assistant" Pat Upton and Ms. Field were in the room near the witness' chair having a ball and dancing around like juveniles!!  I pointed this out to Ms. Bressman and again told her I was certain this had all been decided in the back room.  I was put on the stand for over an hour by Zannotti and then harassed by Stan Lane for over an hour.  When he tried to accuse me of misusing some of "Abby"s" $30.00 per month allowance, I lit into him real good and reminded him of the more than $10,000 negative I carry in her account and finally reminded him that I had spent over $2,000.00 for her concrete vault, stone, bronze plate and vase to match her deceased husband's and that alone would account for nearly 7 years!  As if I needed more proof the decision had long since been made, I noticed Judge Hicks DOZED OFF while I delivered my blast at the sadistic Mr. Lane !  He awoke with a start when I loudly cleared my throat!!!  Both the judge and Stan Lane berated me at length (vented their spleens) over the matter of my (In)Famous "T" shirt.  Judge's hatred and bias ???  After the charade was over the judge removed me as her guardian and ordered me to submit my Final Guardianship Report.  As we walked back towards Zannotti's ofice, he appeared stunned by the mysterious complete reversal of Hicks and told twice, "Let me think about it a few days and I'll call you".  He never did.

Dear Patient Readers:  Have any of you wondered WHY my volunteer witness was never allowed to testify on my behalf when she had been in the same room with "ABBY" and me hundreds of hours??  I have - and I have never had that question answered!!  I feel we were poorly represented but probably got all the representation we could afford.  It really does not matter because the multi-millionaire who owns Cedarcrest & the State of Oklahoma have more resources than I and will eventually win anyway!!!
 

Yes, Indeed, I delivered my Final Guardianship Report complete and on time.  I put it all together in what I call an "Abby" package.  This package contained a few other items Judge Hicks would not normally expect.  They are:

    1 - An 8 1/2" x 11" color photo of "Abby's" teeth - rotting out and I have been banned from brushing them.  The title
          reads Cedarcrest (Ary & Coder) Hicks - DHS Dental Care Plan.  "Abby" Hill 8/25/97.

    2 - A 15 1/2 page letter in which I go over the entire history of my relationship and guardianship of "Abby" Hill and
          cover all of the rot, lies and perjury spewed forth in his so called court.  I berate him for falling asleep during my
          testimony but leaning forward to get every word of hate and perjury spewed forth by Ary, Schneider and Field.
          I close by saying "True justice will beserved if those who have been beating on us, or a loved one, have a similar
          problem befall them and receive the same treatment you have forced on Abigair Gomes deOliveira Hill.  I hope
          that as each one draws their last breath and wonders what the future holds for them, they have an image of "Abby"
          lying helpless in an Okie nursing facility surrounded by filth, her teeth rotting out from your "food", and Mr.
          Newmire sitting in your "court" patiently enduring the Okie rot hour after hour surrounded by thugs and armed
          thugs.  With not one iota of respect, I remain:  (Signature)  Lewis J. Newmire  cc: D. Winslow - mail list.

    3 - Final Report and accounting (Balance -$9393.86).

    4 - Memorial Park Pre-need Sales Agreement.  Shows I paid $2208.00 for concrete vault, stone, plate & vase.

    5 - Receipts showing I had paid Cedarcrest for "Abby's" hair care - denied by Judith L. Schneider under oath.

    6 - Copy of U.S.P.O. Money Order returning $187.81 to the Dept. of the Treasury.

    7 - Copy of other Guardianship forms.

    8 - Copy of D.H.S. report 3/31/94 on Cedarcrest showing theLarge Number of bed sores in Cedarcrest.

    16 - Copies of 16 letters I had sent to Ms. Ary - 13 unanswered.

    17 - Copy of letter from Attorney Beustring to Ary pointing out the law to her - feces in sink & medication.

I went into the office of Judge Hicks to deliver this package.  Ms.Cynthia Campbell sat at her desk but would not look up at me.  After standing for some  little time, I dropped the package on top of her work and walked next door into the office of  Presiding Judge David Winslow.  Judge Winslow remembered the 2 of us since he had certified me as "Abby's" guardian on 5/21/1991 and later signed an Order forcing the release of her medical records from several hospitals reluctant to do so.  I had a 10 minute visit with him during which I described the ordeal I had been through in Judge Hicks' "court".  I gave him another "ABBY" package described above as I left!  Click on the Hicks Flier link at the end of the page for more details.

As a result of this vendetta, I was dragged through court off and on over a period of 2 years!  Over half of my life's savings had been previously spent on "Abby's" health and the rest was used for so called "defense attorneys".  I also sold the furniture from my home and some of my electronic equipment to pay them as this dragged on. Now, I could not visit "Abby" at all and Ms. Ary even ordered the ombudsman, Ms. B.J. Bressman not to visit her.  She was isolated from the outside world and a virtual prisoner in a darkened and frequently stinking dungeon.

That would seem to be a good question since the location of all this rot is right in the middle of the so called "bible belt" in the U.S.A..  How does one explain the behavior of people have who have lied, stolen and  neglected to give simple care for someone like "Abby"  who was totally dependent on others for her every need?  Some of them committed perjury like there was no tomorrow and spent several years destroying the only person who really cared for her.  Some of them go their church 1 hour per week, sing real loud and give much money in hopes God will overlook their actions!  Do they not believe God has seen it all and will hold them accountable?

I have had little visits with God each morning and night for many years.  I have prayed for "Abby" to be restored to health twice each day since the Okies chemically destroyed her.  After I and others were banned from seeing her, I had to admit it was   likely she would probably die in a stinking Okie dungeon 6000 miles from her home and a worthless, uncaring  family.  Of course, the gang of thugs had guaranteed neither I nor other friends could comfort her as she passed from this life to the next!!

The ignorant Okie crowd had failed to remove my name from certain records.  Because of that, I was still sent the bills from the ambulance service and this allowed me to know when she was transported to one of several hospitals and what the alleged  problem was!!  On 12/30/98, I accidentally learned "Abby" had been sent to TRMC 12 days before.  Later that evening, Mr. & Mrs. Naifeh, friends of hers, drove me over to see her.  We were told at the nurse's station she was in Room #706.  I asked if she had been receiving her Dilantin and was told she had.  I was asked if I was her "guardian" and I replied  "No we are just  friends of the family".  The nurse went on to tell us the "guardian" was supposed to be there to sign a paper for the replacement of her feeding tube!!  I asked if it was going to be replaced and was told "It has already been replaced"!!  That is the 3rd one I know of.  It was not visible and we have to wonder if she was really receiving proper nutrition and water.  We were surprised to find Room #706 was a Private Room!  While that was nice and the room  was pleasant, we still wondered WHY ?  The D.H.S. simply does not place patients in private rooms.  She was receiving oxygen and fighting for her life.

On the last day of testimony against me in Judge Hicks' "Court", I was falsely accused of "caretaker neglect" by Ms. Debbie Ary, the CCC administrator, and Judith Lynn Schneider, her latest D.O.N..  They accused me of failing to have her hair trimmed as needed!!  That is an absolute lie, perjury in many places, since I had Dewey Hess, her personal barber since the first day she came to Oklahoma, cut it regularly.   He would come to her room on Saturday at 2:00 pm., after he closed his shop.  He volunteered to cut it free since she was an old customer but I insisted on paying him $20.00 per trip.  I brought a folding chair from home into which we placed her since there never was a chair in her room.  I placed a large bedsheet on the floor to catch all clippings and then wiped the floor with a damp paper towel.  This usually required about 20 minutes and we left the place spotless.  The door was never closed and all of this was witnessed by "aides" and others passing by her room.   After I was forced by Ms. Ary and the D.H.S. to limit my visits to 1 hour a day, Monday through Friday, it was impossible to arrainge for these haircuts.  CCC had a so called "beauty shop" but was unable to keep an operator for more than a few days at a time.  When Mr. Hess went on vacation, I was forced to find an alternate barber and placed "Help Wanted" ads in most of the beauty shops in Broken Arrow.  I paid the same $20.00 per trip to 2 different ladies to cut her hair.  Each told me they had not been trained to use clippers and proceeded to give her a razor cut.  This was very uncomfortable for "Abby" and did not look normal.   When CCC finally hired an operator, I signed a form for her to cut "Abby's" hair as needed.  I generally paid in cash and got a receipt.  On one occasion, I sent a $5.00 U.S.P.O. Money order, made out to the operator, with my monthly payment to CCC.  During the trial, Ms. Schneider claimed I would not pay for her haircuts and "the girls took up a collection to pay for them"!!  The fact that I had been banned from seeing her at all seemed to escape the good judge, in whose "court" perjury seemed normal.

When we first saw her in the hospital, the effects of gross caretaker neglect were obvious.  Her hair was very long, had not been combed for some time and very oily.  Her scalp was a solid mass of dandruff.  This was just one of several incidents where Ms. Ary or her employees falsely accused me of doing the very things of which they were guilty.  I suppose the psychologists have a name for people who do these things, I just call them Bastards.   Ms. Naifeh prayed for her in Portuguese.   I held her hand and spoke to her in Portuguese.  We left shortly, fearing she she might not make it through the night.  I returned the next day for a few minutes and found her breathing much easier.  I also visited her on 1/1/99 and 1/2/99 for just a few minutes but on these occasions, I asked a nurse to accompany me just in case someone tried to make trouble for me.  After I held her hand and spoke to her in Portuguese for a few minutes on the 1/2/99 visit, "Abby" opened her eyes and studied me carefully and then broke out with a broad smile!  Lisa, the nurse, seemed very surprised and pleased to see her first response.  She was only partially covered and I had never seen her stomach as distended.  That  was a sign of extreme constipation and I could usually get it corrected by leaving a note on her bed.  That treacherous nurse was apparently so pleased to see "Abby" respond to my poor Portuguese with a broad smile for me she immediately called Mr. Ron I. Wilkinson, her court appointed "guardian".  When I went to visit her 1/3/99, I was met with a Court Order signed by the very same Judge Hicks, banning both Mr. Newmire AND Ms. Bressman from visiting her.  Most people understand their hatred for me but WHY ban Ms. Bressman?  What were they hiding?  I never saw "Abby" alive again, thanks to the thugs. I believe GOD made it possible for us to see each other in spite of them.   I hope I eventually learn of their disasters!!

I  accidentally learned on 11/11/99 that "Abby" had passed away in CCC on 7/29/1999!!  This was kept a deep, dark secret from me and the rest of the world!!  Her "guardian" had told the funeral home there was to be no visitation, no notice of her death in the Tulsa newspaper and she was cremated as soon as paperwork allowed!  All of her friends were denied the ability to pay last respects.  I had predicted this because of the evidence they were hiding.  I have purchased a copy of the State of Oklahoma Certificate of Death  #019783 and it contains the expected number of errors, omissions and outright lies.  Even Cedarcrest Care Center was named Cedar Crest Nursing Home.  The names of her mother and father are shown as unknown even though I clearly indicated them on her "Nursing Home Admission Record" dated 11/2/92.  Her civil status was shown as "Never Married" even though I clearly showed it to be "Widowed" on the admission record!  "Decedent's Usual Occupation" on the death certificate is shown as "Disabled" even though I clearly indicated "Housewife" on the admission record!  "Decedent's Education" is wrong, her "Cause of Death" is shown as "Complications of Alzheimer's Disease".  This is only  speculation and often used to cover a multitude of sins.  It can be proven one way or the other only by autopsy and none was performed.  Whenever anyone mentions Alzheimer's Disease about "Abby" in my presence, I figuratively spit in their face by saying "Yeah, and she caught it on the night of September 8, 1989 in St. Francis Hospital"!  The record does have her correct Date of Birth and Social Security numbers.  The various errors are probably due to stupidity or illiteracy but I suspect the omissions were made because the correct information did not fit their agenda.  In any event, the information was all availabe on her Admission Record at CCC dated 11/2/1992.  It is obvious her "guardian" and  everyone else connected with her case did not want to contact me in any regard.  They have no idea of her estate, will, life insurance, family or any other details associated with her.  A real pleasant gang of thugs!

There came a time a few years ago when I decided "Abby" would probably precede me in death.  I vowed to spend every single minute I could by her side and hopefully be with her holding her hand as she left this life.  Not only did the instigators of the vendetta deny us these choices, they forced her to die a virtual prisoner in a stinking Okie dungeon, denied the simple pleasure of listening to music on the radio I provided for her, isolated from even her friends and her death kept a secret to prevent her having a decent Christian funeral and burial.  Is this ignorance, hatred or a combination of both?  Her husband who brought her to Tulsa purchased a burial site for her beside his and other members of his family.  I paid to have his will examined and her burial rights confirmed and protected.   I also paid over $2000 of my hard earned money for the concrete vault, large marble stone, bronze plate and vase to match the others.  Everyone involved in this vendetta, including the judge, D.H.S. and bunch of lawyers were made aware of this during my trials!  I am currently attempting to locate any of her  remaining ashes.  If I receive them, I will have no assurance they are really hers, given the gang of corrupt thugs I have had to deal with.  Since they had no intention of dealing with me and  have doctored the records to show there was no one else to be concerned about, they feel they are home free.  One way or another, we will have a mock and very private service  to bury her vault with a sealed copy of this story and several pictures.  The cemetery has been told about all of this, I will hire an armed guard to insure privacy and the media will be invited to attend.

What was it about "Abby" this gang of thugs was so desperate to hide from the world and now assume they have covered up by burning all of the evidence?  Could it just be that she contracted genital herpes in that hell hole and had to be kept a virtual prisoner in a generally dark and frequently stinking dungeon while being denied visitation by ALL of her friends? I believe the records showing the amount of Zovirax purchased, the CCC medical records showing how often they applied it to her pelvic area and Dr. Coder's order for a genital herpes test all point to her having contracted the disease!!  I believe that  during the second trial to remove me, CCC had to let everyone know the gravity of the situation and let them know why I must be removed as her guardian, regardless of the law.   Remember, Judge Hicks made a sudden reversal after Ms. Ruth Ann Field told him she "Did not want "Abby" to be moved to a nursing home operated by a friend of a friend of Mr. Newmire!!  I first thought this was just redneck Okie logic but now believe they needed to ban visits from any of "Abby's" friends and prevent her from being moved since the first thing another nursing home would do was give her a thorough physical to cover their posterior!!

It may be that only God really knows for certain.  How many seizures did she endure?  We will never know for certain but we do know of the 2 instances where Dr. Arthur G. Coder cut off her Dilantin when she was found to have a blood level above the upper limit.  Both times, she had seizure activity within 72 hours and was hospitalized.  No one knows how many times this was repeated but I have a tape recording of him bragging "We know how to administer Dilantin better than the manufacturer and I would do it again".  We also know, from what medical records I have received, the Dilantin blood level has been outside the therapeutic range on many occasions.   The statement on her Certificate of Death that she died from "Complications of Alzheimer's Disease" is a lie since that can only be proven by autopsy and none was made.  She may have suffocated in regurgitated "food".  CCC was very careless about keeping her head elevated, both I and the OK. State Dept. of Health "inspectors" had warned  them about it!  She may have died from blood poisoning  from the terrible state of her decayed teeth we can see in the pictures shown on links at the bottom of this Page.  She may have died from kidney failure.  I have studied the data sheets on many of the medications she was given.  She had urinary tract infection (UTI) most of the time, probably from filth and poor cleaning.  Some of the antibiotics given her required  EXTRA liquid intake to prevent buildup of these and eventual crystallization in her kidneys.  None was given during the years I was allowed to be with her so I supplemented her liquid intake DAILY.  Once when I visited her at TRMC, she was lying on her back and partly uncovered.  I noticed a very large protrusion of her lower left stomach.  It was nearly the size of a football!  I doubt if she was pregnant - it may have been a very large tumor or bowel impaction.  I had seen that before but never like this.  Some of the thugs know but they had a way to cover it all up as we have seen!

"Abby" will be remembered after this gang of hateful thugs and their great great grandchildren have all passed away.  There is now the distinct possibility of a book, a song and even a movie in her honor!

The dominant Tulsa newspaper, the Tulsa World, has been running many articles on the subject of nursing homes and the needlesss patient suffering and deaths in them.  The June 15th, 2001 issue ran a story about a family group monitoring care at the Franciscan Villa, a Broken Arrow nursing home.  The June 20th issue contained a story about an Oklahoma nursing home being fined $5,000.00 a day.  Fines now total over $200,000 and the State is assuming temporary management.  They are also closely monitoring conditions in 8 other homes owned by the Shawnee company.  The June 26 issue ran a front page story titled Nursing Homes Fines Soar.  It said the state had imposed $2.4 million in fines against Oklahoma nursing homes (no mention of the amount collected) during the past year and this is more than 4 times the amount of fines during a more-than-two-year period under former Deputy Health Commissioner Brent VanMeter.  As stated in the earlier UPDATE!!!, he is serving time in prison for accepting a bribe from one nursing home operator!  The July 1 issue ran a large front page article titled Tough to Trace - nursing home deaths.  The sub-title was "No system to link preventable deaths to homes"  The Tulsa World analyzed over 300,000 Certificates of Death and discovered at least 14 nursing homes that have had 10 or more patients die from causes that may be preventable.  Malnutrition, dehydration and bedsores were shown as largely preventable causes of death.  The Health Dept. does not enter the the names of nursing homes where patients die thus preventing the tracking of such deaths!!  The article further states that Cedarcrest Care Center (CCC) in Broken Arrow ranked highest among nursing homes in the number of deaths due to bedsores, 9 during the 10 year period studied by the Tulsa World! I do not know if "ABBY" was counted in that group.  The article tells about several citations at CCC, one being failure to give patients adequate liquids!  The "inspectors" from the Dept. of Health ignored my complaints in that matter even though I had proof positive they never gave "ABBY" a drink of water or any other liquid between food and medication.  I purchased one or more 16 ounce fruit drink or malt for her every single day I was allowed to be with her!!

The July 1 issue also devoted nearly a full page to the mother of a local minister who died from a large bed sore.  She had been in the "Christian" Care Center.  He was awarded a $500,000 judgement against the home.  In 1998, an employee was found guilty of torturing and sexually abusing a partially paralyzed patient in the same home and they settled for an undisclosed amount.  The article also mentions the large number of deficiencies in this home.  At that time, a Ms. LaDonna Ross was part owner of this "Christian" home and also owned all or part of Cedarcrest and numerous other homes!  "Christian" indeed!!

The July 1 issue contains a full page story on the Green Country Care nursing home.  There have been several deaths there involving patients getting caught in bedrails and strangling.

The July 2 issue has 2 full page articles.  One is about a grass roots volunteer organization being formed to eliminate preventable suffering and deaths in nursing homes and hopefully get the Attorney General and the various District Attorneys to investigate these deaths and file manslaughter II charges where a pattern of neglect or abuse exists.  The second article quotes the Dept. of Health report showing a backlog of 1,077 complaints against nursing homes awaiting "investigation"!!

Much of my life's savings was spent  trying to reverse the damage my good friend "ABBY" suffered at the hands of Tulsa hospitals and doctors.  The remainder was consumed by attorneys I had to employ during the 2 year vendetta carried out by CCC and the OK. D.H.S..  I never miss an opportunity to spread the word about our ordeal.  I was interviewed for about 10 minutes by a TV crew in Oklahoma City while 2 other crews taped from a distance.  I discussed her case on the air with a Tulsa radio personality and gave the address for listeners to view the "ABBY" site!  I have had 1,000 double sided business cards printed.  One side has a picture of "ABBY" and the large words Remember "ABBY" and two different site addresses. The other side is similar but has a small picture of her teeth (like the links below) and two different site addresses.  I wear a bright white "T" shirt with a large Remember "ABBY" message in color front & back and also the 4 site addresses.  I wear it 7 days a week everywhere I go.  When people ask about the message, I tell them to go to a Personal Computer (PC) and check out one of the sites as I hand them several of the cards.  I sent an e-mail to each author of the newspaper articles with a link to the "ABBY" site and later mail them several of her cards!

Mr. Brad Carson, one of Oklahoma's U.S. Representatives, recently held congressional hearings on the matter of neglect and poor care in the nursing home industry.  Hopefully, this will result in more oversight for that industry.  I supplied him with a dozen pages from the "ABBY" printout and a number of her cards.  I later received a letter from him stating all of that material was given to those holding the hearings.  It just may be good timing that so many others are looking into this mess at a time when the stench of the "ABBY" ordeal lingers!!

This page turned out to be much longer than I anticipated.  Most of you will not read it fully or in detail.  After I bury her ashes and clear up a few details, I will add a few sentences at the very end.  This will then be sent to the producers of every radio, TV, satellite and cable investigative reporting and talk show.  Many of them will read it all and they will be free to use it as they wish.  Her page has had little promotion up to the present but it will soon be listed worldwide on several thousand search engines.

This letter is to the rotten bastard(s) who started the filthy sexual innuendoes about me for the sole purpose of deliberately defaming my character and having me removed as "Abby" Hill's volunteer guardian of many years.  Of course, you were asked to set the process in motion so certain people involved in the nursing home business would no longer have to deal with someone who actually cared for a patient and with just a little effort could have been declared her common law husband.  To make matters worse, I am not an Okie, was discovered to be observant, caring and possessed the ability to read and write!

There are many unknowns about you and I am certain you will attempt to keep your identity a secret.  I do not know if you are male or female, where you call home, what your affiliation with the nursing home business is, if you are a doctor, lawyer, nursing home operator, administrator, underpaid hourly worker or possibly part of the infamous Okie Dept. of Health or D.H.S..

I suspect you have done this before and possibly again after you set my destruction in motion.  If you have read the last few paragraphs of the "Abby" Hill story, you should be real proud of your accomplishments.  I suspect you attend church fairly regularly, sing real loud and make certain everyone knows how generous you are with your money.  I suspect you will find out about her story from someone who knows you and knows what you have done.  And because of these people who know about you and your filthy deeds, your identity will eventually be revealed.  Her story will soon be listed on several thousand search engines worldwide!

If you are proud of what you have done to us, why don't you come forward so I can look you in the face and announce to one and all that you are a LYING SON OF A BITCH?  I assume you will not like that and the best way to reveal who is lying is to bring in a nationally known polygraph tester and have a session with them.  You will not know who they are and not be able to corrupt them as you would with the good old boy Okie system!  Bring plenty of money since the liar gets to pay all testing fees!!!

5/26/95  Stench from b/m & toilet paper in stool 5/23, 5/24, 5/25 and possibly a week.  NO REPLY
6/9/95    Light out in bathroom 10 days - probably not taking "Abby" to toilet as alleged. NO REPLY
10/9/95  Informing Ms. Ary I shall not attend her next "care plan meeting" in light of what the last one really was.  Detailed

Click on  these links to view just some of the other correspondence and photos:

 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/Hicks_Flier.html  - The Hicks flier.
 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/abbys_teeth.jpg  - Close up of "Abby's" teeth - no oral care at CCC.
 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/Abbys_Teeth.html  - Pic. & story - no oral care - teeth rotting out.
 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/Retherford_Letter.html  - Letter to Broken Arrow, OK. newspaper publisher.
 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/Orange_Radio.html  - Pic. & text - The (IN)Famous Orange Radio.
 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/Radio.jpg  - Detailed, enlarged pic. of The (IN)Famous OrangeRadio.
 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/Kennard.html  - Letter - Kennard Funeral Home - Amend Certificate of Death - "Abby".
 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/Zannotti_Letter.html  - Letter to Mark Zannotti - lawyer - abandoned us.
 http://home.swbell.net/lnewmire/Pfeifer_Letter.html  - Letter from Ms. Nancy Pfeifer to Judge Hicks during my trial.