Mallory F. Price was admitted to Stanford Hospital in early January after suffering a series of strokes. During the course of her trearment, the following happened.
1) on her second day in the hospital a doctor told Mallory that she "had pancreatic cancer, days to live, and needed to get her affairs in order." None of this was true but it terrified her.
2) During the first two weeks of treatment, little or no information on her diagnosis was provide to me, Douglas Price, or her mother, Phyllis Fletcher. I made numerous attempts to reach a doctor and never received a return call.
3) The staffs of neurology and oncology gave conflicting instructions regarding the dosing of Eloquis, her blood thinner. This was exceptionally dangerous and gross incompetence.
4) Although Stanford billing did not mail a single bill to Mallory, her mother, or me, they turned her bill over to a hideous collection agency named DCM to harass me over slightly under $3k. Not once did Stanford call any of us.
I could write a book on how terrible this experience was for all of us, but particularly Mallory. Sadly, she passed in July, but we will never forget how shabbily she was managed by Stanford.