Day 2 in Northwell Health Glen Cove Hospital, New York: A Mother’s Account of Betrayal and Suffering

By Day 2 at Northwell Health Glen Cove Hospital.

After 2 years the fog began to lift, and I started to see the chilling reality—I was surrounded by a system in allegiance to harm their patients. It was Saturday, the 28th of August, and the consistency with which these so-called caregivers operated revealed a dark coordination that still haunts me.

It was early, around 6 or 7 AM, when the door opened and RN. Jane San Juan entered. She was an elderly nurse, accompanied by a male nurse who came to take Danielle’s blood. I questioned why they needed to do this, especially since Danielle was so scared of needles. Their response was simply that they had to. As I tried to soothe my daughter, I sang "You Are My Sunshine," and Jane, along with the male nurse, joined in, their voices oddly cheerful for the grim reality that lay ahead for my daughter, and she would be a part of.

No one had informed me about the Remdesivir that was given to Danielle the previous day. On Day 1, RN. Jinsy Jacobs, following the orders of Dr. Heather Meiselman, had administered 200mg of Remdesivir to my daughter without my consent in the ER.

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Around 9 AM, another doctor came in—a foreign doctor who seemed nice. I asked her if they really needed to take more blood from Danielle, explaining how nervous she was about needles. The answer was the same: they had to. Despite the reassurances, my trust had already begun to fray.

Danielle ate her breakfast and drank her juice as I tried to keep things as normal as possible. My husband sent up food for us, but we were not allowed to leave the room. Even when Danielle needed to use the bathroom, I had to call for assistance to disconnect the oxygen and carry the IV pole. This isolation felt suffocating, both for Danielle and for me.

That afternoon, around 4 PM, RN. Maritza Jasmine Gallagher came in to administer another 100mg of Remdesivir via IV fluids—again, without my knowledge or consent. This order had come from Dr. Heather Meiselman, the ER doctor who seemed more like a phantom than a physician. My daughter had never seen her, and I don’t recall seeing her in the ER either. There was a human disconnect in all of this; they were writing orders to harm, to kill, without ever laying eyes on my child or me.

This RN. Jane San Juan, showed up in Danielle records on Sept 7th, the very nurse who sang with me, would go on to override the pharmacy’s medication protocol and administer three of the five doses of Fentanyl, into Danielle's vain 100mcg, 100mcg, and another Fentanyl, infusion 2500 mcg.

Despite being elderly experience RN, and possibly a mother herself, she showed no concern for my child and followed orders to destroy her organs.

Early that morning, Danielle was already receiving care. Within less than an hour, RN. Diana Ruiz administered two injections of 25 mcg of fentanyl via IV push into Danielle's vein. In just 24 hours, these heartless nurses were fully aware of her actions.Was this because Danielle was special-needs? The medical records coldly labeled her as “mentally retarded,” a term that should have been left in the past but was clearly still in use in this place. As the evening wore on, I tried to keep Danielle’s spirits up, watching TV with her, talking to her, reassuring her that everything would be okay. She had dinner, but the cough persisted—no fever, just that relentless cough. Sleeping was nearly impossible. I stayed by her side, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible, while I now know what Remdesivir could do—how it could cause respiratory distress—gnawed at me.

Danielle didn't meet the inpatient requirements—they admitted her because they saw her as a commodity, not as a human being.

What transpired was not care; it was a deliberate attack on my daughter's life, and I felt powerless to intervene because I placed my trust in the wrong hands. As I write this, the weight of that experience bears down on me. I must document every detail I remember from those 40 days. My Danielle deserved so much more—far better than this.

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The impact of harm within the medical system reaches far beyond just patients and their families. It affects all of society as we witness the erosion of trust in our institutions and the erosion of basic human rights. It is time for change, and it starts with each of us speaking out against these injustices.

As I continue this arduous journey, I remain hopeful that justice will prevail. For my daughter, for myself, and for all those who have suffered similar fates, I will not give up. The cost of justice is high, but the price of inaction is far greater. Pray for me, pray for justice for my child.

Rebecca Danielle’s mom forever.

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