It was a hot sunny day in Lynchburg Va. I had just got my fiancé, Alfreda ready for her doctors appointment. Our spirits were high as she was only going in for a routine checkup. While in the hospital, Lynchburg General, we were notified that she had a stomach infection and that she would need to be admitted. Still, we had no worries as we figured she’d be released in a week or two after taking a round of antibiotics. Unfortunately, we were wrong. After a months time, my fiancé was still in the hospital. On Mother’s Day, i went to take her her Mother’s Day gifts just to find her unconscious in her bed. I called for a nurse and after about twenty minutes of them trying to revive her, they finally transferred her to ICU. I was livid as to how she could have been left alone in her room alone in such a dire situation with no one watching her. After this, we asked for her to be transferred to another hospital which they refused. My fiancé came out of that situation okay but by this time she had been in the hospital for two months. I ended up getting barred from the hospital and was unable to ensure my fiancé was adequately cared for in my absence. During this time, they performed surgery on her stomach. It seemed as she had came away unscathed. However, later that night she fell into a coma due to internal bleeding due to them unsuccessfully stitching her stomach back together. My fiancé sat in a coma for two weeks and they still refused to let me see her. She eventually awoke but I couldn’t speak to her as she was on a ventilator. My fiancé ended up incurring a stage four pressure ulcer on her buttocks, VRE, gangrene in both legs which required amputation as well as sepsis. But I was still barred from visiting her. Only way I was able to see her again was if I agreed to have her placed on hospice and I would have to watch her die at home. My fiancé was a dialysis patient and on hospice she can’t receive dialysis meaning she would die within three weeks without dialysis. It was a hard decision but it was either let her die in hospital alone and never see my fiancé again, or let her come home for a few weeks until she ultimately passes. So, I brought her home. She wasn’t the same, but at least she was home and I could spend her last few moments with her. My fiancé passed thirteen days after coming home on hospice. Lynchburg General changed my life forever. They robbed me of the love of my life. I love you,sweetheart. Goodbye, Alfreda.