Mount Sinai Hospital Center

They are the worst hospital around. Do NOT go there or send your family there. My dad needs help to wash himself and he had to spend over TWO MONTHS without being bathed a single time. Even after we requested directly multiple times they still didn't help. He needed medication for digestion and they give it hours after the meals are done. They are rude and unhelpful, they don't do their jobs properly. I have compassion for the workers of the health system but not there. Their standards are lower than hell to the point where every time I would see my father there he would tell me he'd rather die than stay there. It's shameful and I will never have go there ever again.

EDIT: they FINALLY fixed her curtain. Maybe they saw the review.nnHorrible place. Dated and old.nThey place 4 people in 1 room with barely any extra space for visiting families.nMy mother's privacy curtains are not working and they refuse to fix unless there's multiple curtains to fix. Meanwhile, she cannot undress herself without 3 other people watching. Completely unacceptable.nThey want her to take her wheelchair and oxygen into the bathroom to change, when there's barely room for even that.nThey were rude about us asking the curtains to be fixed on top of that.nThe other 3 have privacy and why should my mom not have.nnIt is very hard for us to visit her in a place that she has to be for 3 weeks.nnLast place that I want her to be in, but unfortunately we have no choice.

Very kind and compassionate care at the palliative care unitnThank you dear Dr Golda and the entire wonderful team for your professional and human support!

Wonderful caring staff on the Palliative floor. Dr Golda is extremely compassionate z& caring. She sat down on my father's bed and explained everything, It did not matter that he had dementia. He was treated with dignity and compassion. All the staff were great. As a former LPN who had worked there prior I could not have asked for better care

We took my father to Mount Sinai on the recommendation of his doctor and I will always be grateful for the compassionate care of his palliative care doctor there, Dr. Golda Tradounsky, who kept us informed and showed obvious respect for my father. He was a difficult patient because he was rebellious by nature and had dementia, and Dr. Tradounsky spoke to him not as a broken man, but as a man who was whole and merited dignity in his last days. The two stars here are entirely for her. Again, I know my father was difficult, but I was heartbroken to see him squeezed into a windowless corner of a room with a dying woman next to him on his last days on this earth. There weren't enough seats for my mother and me--one of us always had to stand. The orderlies were rude and while they changed the bed or his diapers they would discuss their working conditions and complain about management. This was hard both for my father and for us--they did it even in front of us--they had no shame. I hope somebody reads this and has a talk with those employees about how to behave in front of the dying and their family.