From Fanney

June 14, 2000

It was hard for me to post why my sister died, but it seems to have

to

made more questions than answers. The reality is that my sister

, 37 years of age, mother of 4 children, died from the

operation. She died from the operation. Not from some misterious

illness that she had before, not from anything but the surgery. If

she had not had the surgery she would be alife. She died because of

the surgery, it is plain and simple. She got a leak, that was caused

by the surgery, she would not have gotten this leak if she did not

have the surgery. The leak caused sepsis in her system and in cases

like this it is 50/50 if the patient survives. She did not. She

died

from the operation. She died 4 days after she had the operation, not

on the table, but 4 days after. It takes time for the infection to

take over your body. She was in great pain, so no matter how little

or big your pain is, let your doctor know. It was nothing gracious

nor beautiful about her death, when she started to have serious pain,

we took her to the hospital. There we waited for Dr Rutledge for an

hour, I ended up calling him because the nurses did not call him, so

there my sweet sister was in incredible pain, crying begging for pain

killers and the nurses had not called the doctor. When I called him

he asked where we were...... it was not his fault, the nurses I guess

had something else to do. I gave my consenseous to have Dr Rutledge

operate on her to find what was wrong, when he was driving to the

hospital. She was prepped for the operation, the operation was 2

hours because Dr Rutledge could not find the leake. I waited for her

and he had to cut her from the chest to her navel, the big cut. She

was in such pain,and at that time the infection was setting in her

lungs so she was coughing, she screamed in pain everytime she

coughed,

I cried and cried, she creamed, but tried to take care of me as was

her nature, when the pain would subside. She started not being able

to breathe, and they did not realize how serious her lungs were

getting. She told me to go at 5 in the morning to work, I did not

want to go, but she was determinded for me to do so. I did, the

fool,

me, I kissed her bye and told her I loved her, and next time I saw

her 4 hours later she was paralized and never gained counsiouness

after that. I had to call home to tell them she was very sick, I

crying, creaming, begging god to take me, for she had all these

children and they were her life. Dr Rutledge was very optimistic

about her recovery, but then she took the turn for the worse, and at

11 they called me and told me to come for she was dying. They kep

her

alife so I could hold her when she passed, I had asked for that, that

she would not die alone. I spoke about her children, her husband, as

the life in her body left her. She had a small vein in her chin and

when that wein stopped beating, I knew she was dead, I held her not

wanting to let go, my sister was dead, and I could not let her go. I

put her head back and it fell back becasue she was dead, and I took

her back in my arms to feel her the last time, I held her hand, her

cold hand, begging in my mind god to let me go and her to live. But

she was dead, and a scream came from my soul, I did not antisipate

it,

it came from the bottom of who I am, from my deepest fear, from the

part of me that noone sees not even me,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, the scream was

so powerful that I fainted for few sec............. my sister was

dead, she is no longer, and nothing I could do. I was alone, in a

strange country, no family, only me, and my sweet sister who I loved

more than me, who I had such high hopes that this operation would

better her life. I remember how excited she was, the anticipation of

getting thinner, and a better wife and mother. How she went excited

to the surgery, how much she trusted Dr Rutledge, everythign we did

she felt and did.

Ms Parsons had given us many clothes, and few nights before

had her operaton she got many outfits, and she was so excited how

good

she was going to look in them when she went home.

The few moments before she left for USA, she took her 7 year daughter

to the library, and got herself some books to read, she could never

read them. But her daughter will always remember what mom did just

before she went. This same daughter was making a pillow for her mom,

when she would come home, now the pillow is finished but no mom.

They

could not see their mom in the casket, due to internationl laws,,,,,,

so they have to go by our words.

Why am I writing this, to let you know in direct English that my

sister died from this operation. It does not matter if she died few

days afther the operation, she died from this operation.

It is stated in the manual that you can die from this operation and

she did...... many people who do not want to accept that she died

from

the operation try to suger code it by saying she had other health

problems, that she did die after the operation etc. I know the

truth,

seen the autophsy, seen the body, was there, so I say for the last

time MY SISTER KRISTIN DIED FROM THE OPERATION.

Dr Rutledge will tell you that by compairing my sisters death to the

deaths that occur in gallbladder surgery then his procedure comes out

well. So my sister who is the statistic 0.015% or something like

that

in his paper, lived, breathed, was kind, loved, wanted a better life

for herself and her family................... Please do not ask me

again, please ask Dr Rutledge, I thought he would explain this to you

but I gather he did not............ guess he is busy, so please no

more e-mails asking me, please,,,,,,,,, this rips me apart, my heart

or soul will never be the same, I can not tell you if it is good to

have the operation, and if I would have done it that does not mean

that my words are more effective than the words of the other people

who have had the opration. I have seen postings saying that I would

have it again, some people have posted it, like that validated that

this operation is good and even if my sister died I would have it

again............. please go by you and your conciousness. This

operation has worked for me very well, it has given me control I

wanted so much over me and my food intake. I have a long way to go

in

loosing the weight....... but please show me mercy and do not ask me

again to explain my sisters death......................

I am leaving this country for good the 31st of August, and my dog

Zeus

will join me 6 weeks later. I want to thank a person who told me

about kennels, I will probably put him there. I realized it was too

much to ask people to do this, so I apologize,,,,,,,,, but again and

for the last time, do not ask me again how my sister died or why she

died,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, show me mercy,,,,,,,, Fanney

June 15, 2000

Fanny, I have responded to any of your post, because I could feel your pain.

I was holding my mother in my arms last Aug when passed away in the hospital

when she went in for a procedure and they injected her with the wrong

contrast dye into her spinal cord and 45 min later she was foaming at the

month and seizing heavily. For two month she was in a coma, I watched my

mother fade everyday out of my life. It was like I lost her twice once to a

coma and then to a death. I am truly sorry that you have been through such

tragedy in your families life. I am not writing this for a pity party just

letting you know that I know some of the feelings that you are going through

and it is very difficult to talk about. I have had many losses in my 34

years of life and it is not a bed of roses to talk about. I also lost my

husband to an auto wreak about 3 years ago. God Bless and keep your chin up,

I have been thinking of you a lot.

of Raleigh NC

MGB 2.9.00

-66lbs

June 15, 2000