Ohio Man Shot Wife To Death As She Lay In Hospital Bed

“But to let him off unpunished just opens the door for spouses wanting to off their significant other while using “mercy killing” as the motive.”

Well, that’s false logic if I ever heard it. There’s a big difference between someone murdering their spouse who is fully alive and someone killing their terminally ill spouse, and that difference can be easily determined on an autopsy table.

While I understand the mental issues someone who commits this type of act is dealing with I can’t condone murder.The guy should receive whatever punishment is legally suited to his crime.

A great way to end mercy killings is to stringently legalize euthanasia. Doctors make life and death decisions everyday including the unspoken euthanasia. I don’t have an issue with mercy killings in their being merciful for those whose lives have no future except pain and vegetative states, but I agree with Morbid that flood gates can easily be opened. The husband, at this point with the facts we have before us, had no good assessments that his wife’s life was over as she knew it ten days earlier. This will be interesting to watch unfold.

I don’t like what happened either, but I wonder if this guy were stable beforehand and just what was going on in the several days, healthwise, prior to the shooting.

So was she in fact terminally ill and is that what landed her in hospital/dire condition in the first place, or did he fuck up when he tried to off his perfectly healthy wife at home and just finish the job in hospital under the guise of mercy killing?

Well if she were lucid suffocation by pillow would take maybe 5 minutes and be terrifying. Morphine doses are controlled by protocol and not by loved ones. My guess is that he thought the gun would be quickest and most most reliable… and may have been a game hunter who miscalculated how different humans are or he has just seen too many movies.

I should have been clearer. My guess was that if she were lucid, he would have shot her while she was sleeping. Sorry about that…

Our experiences witnessing morphine drips are different. I often work with the dying and the medical professionals I have witnessed are amazingly careful with pain medications. I have seen managed pain, but never an overdose… yet.

Oh fuck, Dude. I can’t even imagine going through that. “Reverse nightmare mirror effect”. I am so sorry.

To recap; On Tuesday, after work, I drove to Good Samaritan Hospital, in Baltimore at 6:40 p.m. I got to her room and our friend Tim was there. She had just received a blood transfusion and was receiving Delaudin and Addivan. A few minutes passed; Teressa started complaining about a serious headache. Screaming, the pain was so bad for her. A nurse came in and gave her more pain medicine. She laid down. Tim went out to smoke and call her father “saying she appears to okay.”

I was left in the room with her. She tried to rise, but immediately fell over. She started to turn warm and clammy and began foaming from her mouth. I wiped her mouth and tried to give her water. Teressa fell back into the bed. A nurse came in and took one look at her. She ran.

The nurse invoked the Rapid Response Unit. Suddenly, ten nurses were in the room. I left and waited outside Teressa’s door. Then, ten doctors entered her room. Every kind of machine imaginable appeared. Tim finally returned, and we herd “Code Blue.” More doctors came running.

After, twenty minutes, the head fifth floor nurse told us, she had stopped breathing, but her heart never stopped. Teressa was placed on a breathing tube and forcibly being kept sedative. Teressa would be transferred to ICU, where she will be monitor for 24 hours before the tube would be removed; however, Teressa would be sent for a cat-scan first, so it’ll be a hour before Tim and I could be with her in ICU.

We waited and hour in the private ICU waiting room. However, before we could see her, a doctor came to us and she said “I have some bad news.” “How bad is bad news?” I asked. She took us to a private room and told Tim and me that Teressa had a blood vessel burst in her brain. It was too large and could not be fixed by surgery. We wanted to see her. We had to wait ten more minutes.

Ten minutes later, we were able to see her breathing tubes, life support, and all. We were there barely two minutes when the doctor came again and said “we need to talk again.”

Back into the private room, the doctor told us that Teressa had ZERO brain activity that Teressa was only alive due to the machines she was on. I spent the next 24 hours waiting for her parents to arrive and waiting her life support monitors: heart rate, pulse, breathing, … Most of this time is need to verify beyond a shadow of a doubt that Teressa was truly “Brain dead.” The blood vessel was in the back of her skull. The incoming blood put downward pressure on her brain. This caused her brain to stop receiving incoming, needed blood.

Teressa was a candidate for organ donation, but her family had lost her brother the prior year. They had given his organs away. Her mother didn’t want Teressa to suffer anymore. Teressa was adopted. It wasn’t family related.

I wasn’t there when they removed the machines, but I saw her in her last moments. I kissed her, told her that I loved her, and was the last one to leave her. The best part of me died that moment.

I’m crying as I read this story. I am so, so sorry for your loss. Rest in peace Teressa.

Oh, excuse me then. No, if you are brain dead there is no pain to be felt.

My deepest sympathies, I am truly sorry for your and your family’s loss. Rest in Peace