Funeral Costs For Geoffrey Perkins
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On December 5th after 3 weeks of my dad being poorly (passing out and too weak) and he was afraid to go into hospital, I had him round my house to go through the doctors with him so he was not alone, My brother Scott Perkins drove from Stratford to take him to hospital (I do not drive) and my husband was working.
Over the next few days and badgering of the Hospital staff, it transpired that he had injured his spleen and it was poisoning him, along with a slight kidney injury, and his Diabetes spiralling, this led to him hospitalised for 7 weeks on the strongest antibiotics administered 3x a day, to try and save his spleen so it did not need removing.
Fast Forward (I think Friday 15th January) after nurses checking him they said he had covid symptoms, so to have a covid test, as he was staying to recover and be monitored by my husband Chris and I, we also had a covid test, ours came back negative within an hour, and his took a few days (we took it on Wednesday) He had just come back to our house after going to his to shower and get fresh clothes when his result came back as positive.
My husband informed him he would need to self isolate at his house as I am pregnant (he would have found out today if it was to be a boy or girl) my dad seemed very saddened by this, and sadly my last memory of him, is seeing him look sad having brought covid here and to have to go back alone to his house, whilst he sadly picked up his things to go back home, and this memory haunts me and fills me with tears and guilt, as I did not want him to go back home alone, but had my unborn child to also think of (that still doesn't stop my guilt).
It transpired the hospital had released him without covid testing him, thus it could have been spotted sooner. His spleen infection worsened over the next two weeks, he had Covid and Pneumonia, I had last spoken to him on Whatsapp on Sunday. My sister in law Chantelle telephoned for an update for hours and could not get through on the Tuesday (2nd February) - she telephoned around 8 in the morning Wednesday 3rd February, and was told he was moved to intensive care, having taken a turn for the worse at 6pm the day before, that I as his emergency contact had not been informed of by either of his wards, and that It did not look good and he possibly had an hour. I rushed up to get ready to go and say goodbye to have a phone call from Chantelle minutes later to say he had passed.
I cannot describe the anguish of knowing dad died alone, which was his biggest fear, with family not told, and us unable to see him for many weeks at a time due to covid. I also have tallied a total of 14 Hospital failures from 4 different wards (including giving him incorrect medication when he told them it was wrong) to them refusing to give him his 3x a day antibiotics keeping his spleen infection at bay, and despite many arguments I do not know if he had been given his antibiotics.
Dad loved his family, kids and grandson fiercely, He loved making people smile and feel happy, he was always polite and respectful, and I am so lucky that I got to have such a strong bond with him, he was not just my dad, He was my mum, dad and my best friend, He raised my brother and I as a single parent., there were days he didn't eat so he could afford to feed my brother and I, He would come to school plays and reports when very sick with the flu, or doctors with me for blood tests. he knew everything about me, even the bad, and I will cherish the week I got to spend with him warm and comfy in my house so he did not feel alone, before he went back into hospital, watching garbage on tv just enjoying each others presence. He was my dad, and I would not change him, I would not change our bond, and I will raise our child fondly remembering the Grandad they did not get a chance to meet, who put friends and family above all else, who had a smile on his face and laughed heartily, and we will cherish and look after his beloved dog Daisy, who was his first concern when having to go back into hospital.
We will see you again one day Daddy, you were taken too soon, I hope you fly on angel wings, and get to see Bud & Nan. We will always remember & love you.
P.S. The funds are for funeral costs, not including the ground, this is only if people wish to contribute, however anything will help his family <3.
***UPDATE*** - We have since been informed that dad died from Septic Shock, due to his spleen infection, and had this have been removed their was also a chance of this, he was also fighting Pneumonia and Covid, but Covid does not appear to have been the main cause.
Over the next few days and badgering of the Hospital staff, it transpired that he had injured his spleen and it was poisoning him, along with a slight kidney injury, and his Diabetes spiralling, this led to him hospitalised for 7 weeks on the strongest antibiotics administered 3x a day, to try and save his spleen so it did not need removing.
Fast Forward (I think Friday 15th January) after nurses checking him they said he had covid symptoms, so to have a covid test, as he was staying to recover and be monitored by my husband Chris and I, we also had a covid test, ours came back negative within an hour, and his took a few days (we took it on Wednesday) He had just come back to our house after going to his to shower and get fresh clothes when his result came back as positive.
My husband informed him he would need to self isolate at his house as I am pregnant (he would have found out today if it was to be a boy or girl) my dad seemed very saddened by this, and sadly my last memory of him, is seeing him look sad having brought covid here and to have to go back alone to his house, whilst he sadly picked up his things to go back home, and this memory haunts me and fills me with tears and guilt, as I did not want him to go back home alone, but had my unborn child to also think of (that still doesn't stop my guilt).
It transpired the hospital had released him without covid testing him, thus it could have been spotted sooner. His spleen infection worsened over the next two weeks, he had Covid and Pneumonia, I had last spoken to him on Whatsapp on Sunday. My sister in law Chantelle telephoned for an update for hours and could not get through on the Tuesday (2nd February) - she telephoned around 8 in the morning Wednesday 3rd February, and was told he was moved to intensive care, having taken a turn for the worse at 6pm the day before, that I as his emergency contact had not been informed of by either of his wards, and that It did not look good and he possibly had an hour. I rushed up to get ready to go and say goodbye to have a phone call from Chantelle minutes later to say he had passed.
I cannot describe the anguish of knowing dad died alone, which was his biggest fear, with family not told, and us unable to see him for many weeks at a time due to covid. I also have tallied a total of 14 Hospital failures from 4 different wards (including giving him incorrect medication when he told them it was wrong) to them refusing to give him his 3x a day antibiotics keeping his spleen infection at bay, and despite many arguments I do not know if he had been given his antibiotics.
Dad loved his family, kids and grandson fiercely, He loved making people smile and feel happy, he was always polite and respectful, and I am so lucky that I got to have such a strong bond with him, he was not just my dad, He was my mum, dad and my best friend, He raised my brother and I as a single parent., there were days he didn't eat so he could afford to feed my brother and I, He would come to school plays and reports when very sick with the flu, or doctors with me for blood tests. he knew everything about me, even the bad, and I will cherish the week I got to spend with him warm and comfy in my house so he did not feel alone, before he went back into hospital, watching garbage on tv just enjoying each others presence. He was my dad, and I would not change him, I would not change our bond, and I will raise our child fondly remembering the Grandad they did not get a chance to meet, who put friends and family above all else, who had a smile on his face and laughed heartily, and we will cherish and look after his beloved dog Daisy, who was his first concern when having to go back into hospital.
We will see you again one day Daddy, you were taken too soon, I hope you fly on angel wings, and get to see Bud & Nan. We will always remember & love you.
P.S. The funds are for funeral costs, not including the ground, this is only if people wish to contribute, however anything will help his family <3.
***UPDATE*** - We have since been informed that dad died from Septic Shock, due to his spleen infection, and had this have been removed their was also a chance of this, he was also fighting Pneumonia and Covid, but Covid does not appear to have been the main cause.
Organizer and beneficiary
Carly Perkins
Organizer
England
Scott Perkins
Beneficiary