I am deeply saddened to write this review, but I feel it is necessary to warn others about the horrific experience my family and I endured at The Enclave. My grandmother was staying there for rehabilitation purposes until she passed away, and the level of care she received, or rather the lack thereof, was absolutely appalling.
There are some compassionate nurses working there. However, most of them are irresponsible and careless. While visiting, my family witnessed several instances where the attending nurse mishandled my grandmother’s medication. An incident occurred where my grandmother’s bed deflated during the night, leaving her to lie on the metal supports holding the bed together for MANY HOURS, resulting in back pain. She attempted to inform multiple staff members and they took far too long to respond. We discovered her crying the next morning, her back in agony. This alone exemplifies the poor response time and lack of patient observation prevalent at Enclave. My father attempted to speak to staff members about the matter and was ignored. He also stated that he noticed other patients begging for water and heard a nurse say, “Don’t bother me.”
On the morning of my grandmother’s passing, my family and I made our way to the Enclave. On the way to her room, there were multiple staff members laughing, joking, and just acting casual. I was very confused by this since someone on their floor had just passed away. However, I later realized that they all had no clue that my grandmother had passed at all. Is it no big deal to lose a patient??? They only realized later once they noticed my family members and I grieving over the loss of our precious loved one. I asked one of the staff members on sight if there was any protocol for situations like this and she couldn’t give me an answer.
While waiting for my grandmother’s on-site doctor (Dr Jacob) who was already running extremely late (my entire family made it to Enclave before him), I noticed that a nurse had left a patient in the shower unattended for more than 15 minutes, and it was due to her screams that the nurse was reminded that she was still in the shower and she quickly ran in to get her out.
Doctor Jacob himself is a completely different matter. If you read through these reviews, you will notice that there are a fair number of complaints about him. And after meeting him for about 8 minutes, I can say that he is definitely NOT someone you want to watch over your loved one. The morning of my grandmother’s death, Jacob said he looked at what was written on her chart and then speculated about what might’ve happened. He put no effort into the matter, and just wanted to leave. My father (a grieving son) proceeded to ask doctor Jacob to bring my grandmother to a hospital to find out WHY she passed away since he couldn’t tell us, and Dr Jacob explained that this couldn’t be done but also wouldn’t explain why. This angered my father and my father’s anger seemed to have pinched a nerve in Doctor Jacob as well, who instead of walking away, decided to step towards my father in a hostile manner, forcing me to have to step between them both and de-escalate the situation. This is absolutely shocking and outrageous behavior for a so-called “doctor.” You would think he would know how to handle situations like this. I implore anyone considering entrusting the care of their elderly loved ones to Enclave to think twice and explore alternative options. The well-being and dignity of our elderly loved ones deserve so much better than what this facility has to offer.
To anyone reading this: If you can avoid sending your loved ones here, please do.
To Doctor Jacob: It is imperative that you reflect on your behavior and seek to improve your bedside manner. If not, you should ask one of the very few passionate nurses/aides at Enclave to give you some pointers. Your actions only exacerbate the pain of grieving families and have no place in a caregiving...
Read moreDear Jacob and all the Staff at The Enclave at Rye: There are truly no words to express my deepest gratitude for the superb care and love you bestowed on my mother, Rosemary. When it was time for mom to go to a rehab center, I chose The Enclave at Rye because I felt the genuine care and concern for every patient there. Mom was getting released from Nyack Hospital and the social worker there told me I had “one week” to find a place for mom. I happened upon The Enclave and was taken on a tour. Immediately I heard the music and festivities coming from the main dining room, and I saw the fun interaction of the staff with the patients. I was introduced to Recreation and Physical Therapy personnel and wow was I impressed! As I went from floor to floor, I noticed the cleanliness and upbeat attitude of the nurses and aides. I thought, “Mom will be happy here.” When mom went into the rehab section, we were sitting on the patio one day and she told me “ I want to stay here. Can I?” Arrangements were made and mom made herself cozy with her Barry White music and Frank Sinatra. The second and third floor staff could not believe how filled with life she was and how racially tolerant she was. You see, mom loved all cultures and learned so much from each one. We all know she had her special crushes on Dr Jacob, Shane, and the wound doctor. Mom loved to dance with Martine, Josie, Princey, Patricia, Marta, Marie, Murielle, and so many others. But, it’s the special treatment mom and I received that put my mind to rest knowing mom was in a good place. The consistent phone calls from nursing staff when mom’s tube came out, the gentleness of her wound care, the continuous visits from Joseph who constantly tried to get mom to eat, the diligence of Dr Jacob and his expertise for mom giving her a fighting chance in the end, all of Recreation prompting mom to come downstairs, Jennifer, and all the aides, and each nurse who dealt with mom—-this is all what makes The Enclave a place where I have formed bonds. I hope you will continue to welcome me back from time to time. A special thank you to Imani, Crystal, Diahan, Christian, Anna, Rosemary, and “G” as I called her for their compassion and support of me. Thank you for the beautiful flowers. I cried when I received them. I will never forget all of you. Plus Sr Roseanne was always so great to mom. Please share this email with everyone at The Enclave. Excuse me if I have forgotten to thank anyone here. All of you are a beautiful team! With love and deep...
Read moreMy conscience will not allow me from refraining to warn potential patients and their families regarding The Enclave in Port Chester, or as they like to refer to it as being in Rye. My Mom was there for close to 3 and one-half weeks with a good percentage of the time being spent on trying to get her transferred to a better facility. From the moment Mom arrived at The Enclave, she was treated with in such a depraved an undignified manner. Countless times she was left on a dirty bedpan. One evening the time lasted 90 minutes and we had to run over there to get someone's attention. Every day, and we were there twice a day, her decline in both health and spirit was increasing at an alarming pace. We brought our concerns to the powers that be and still nothing really changed. On the day before Mom was to be transferred to another facility, she told her aides she was feeling extremely weak and sick. They chastised her and one of the aides said that they were going to write her up because she chose not to attend her rehab session. We reminded the aides to please check her vitals inclusive of her body temperature. Mom had a chronic leukemia and running any type of a fever was dangerous. On the day Mom was to be discharged, she called us crying that no one would help her. The staff including the doctor(well, that is what she is referred to as) deemed her medically sound for transfer. We insisted on getting an ambulance to take her to White Plains Hospital. On arrival at the hospital, she had a high fever, an infection and internal bleeding noticeable in her stool. Nice job in noticing this to those who supposedly took her bedpan. Two weeks later my beautiful and vibrant Mom is dead. She died March 4th. I ask all who were involved with her demise to take a long look at themselves, in particular the two negligent, abrasive aides who were so cruel to her the day before she left. Karma can happen and perhaps someday when you are elderly, you might find yourself at the mercy of someone like yourself. Thank God she passed at White Plains Hospital, Unit 3 F where they treated her with the most compassion and love and not at The Enclave. The staff at White Plains were so gentle when she needed a bedpan because they could see she was traumatized from her nightmare experience at The Enclave. No, please do not tell me to speak to your administration. Been there...
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